Between Life and Death there is…

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Between Life and Death there is…
‘If love can’t live there, evil will do just as well.’ – Agatha Christie’s ‘Death on the Nile’
Covered by a thick sheet of darkness, the once bustling streets of Jump City were deathly quiet as a heavy sheet of rain fell from the heavens. Only one dared to tempt the terrestrial weather…
A teenage girl with fiery red hair and an attire that consisted entirely of tight fitting leathers strolled down the high street, a merry tune playing from her glossy red lips as if she hadn’t a care in the world. Behind her, two heavy sacks floated in a bright pink aura; their contents safely contained within the energy and away from the damaging effect of the down pour.
“I do so love the rain.” She whispered. Her voice was merry and cheerful despite the ill weather; as if she had not a care in the world. “There truly is nothing better after a robbery than a stroll in the ra…” However, her joyful idiom suddenly died as an explosion of sonic energy hit the ground, not half a metre away from where she was about to tread, and the smile quickly fled from her lips as she turned to see the Teen Titans standing across from her.
“The Showers over Villain.” Growled Robin, his eyes narrowing as he set his sights firmly on the leather clad thief. “Much like your reign of crime.”
“Now Girl, if you come along quietly then there’s no need for anyone to get hurt.” Cyborg added, the mouth of his sonic cannon still smoking as he angled the weapon towards the girl; as if preparing to take another shot.
“Oh don’t worry yourself about me steely Dan, I like it rough.” She promised, her full lips curving up into a wide smirk as she slowly allowed the two sacks to lower to the ground before she brought her arms up into a defensive stance. “And my name’s X, Mistress X.”
“Well ‘X’,” Robin began, his hands reaching beneath his cape to where he kept the collected form of his staff. “If you want a fight, then the Teen Titans will take you down. Titans Go!” At their leader’s word of command, the group lunged forward but despite their overwhelming advantage, the smirk never faded from Mistress X’s lips.
“Well it’s a good job I like going down then.” She whispered, her bubble gum pink eyes suddenly beginning to glow a vibrant shade. “After all, a good girl really needs to know how to blow…”  Her words sparking a strong gust of wind to suddenly spring up, tussling the girl’s fiery locks before one wave of her leather clad hand directed the gale towards the attacking Titans.
Having taken to the sky, Starfire and Raven were the first to encounter the hail of rain and wind. Its freezing grip coiling around them like a great serpent before throwing them from side to side in a whirl of action that totally disorientated the girls as they were swept away before being hurled to the ground.
“Starfire!” Robin called, stopping his attack as he watched his secret love falling to the ground but before he could go to her; the gust caught up to Cyborg and Beast boy; knocking even the mighty robotic off his feet as it swept them up like a children’s’ toys. Unfortunately, morphing into an elephant couldn’t save Beast boy as his elephantine form was quickly lifted from the ground and sent soaring back, catching the team’s ill placed leader in the chest. Luckily for Robin, the green metamorph was able to return to his original form before they hit a shop wall but the blow still knocked the stuffing out of him. For someone so scrawny, Beast boy sure weighed a fair sum.
Watching the group of teenage superheroes sprawl across the ground, Mistress X couldn’t contain herself as she suddenly burst out with laughter. She’d heard the Teen Titans were tough but they’d been knocked down before she could even begin to warm up; this was going to be so easy it almost disappointed her.
“Damn…” Groaned Cyborg, rubbing his bald head with the robotic arm as he slowly rose up. “That girl sure knows how to give a blow-job.”
Groaning in agreement, Robin managed to push the dazed Beast boy off before getting to his knees and hurriedly crawling over to where he had seen the girls fall. Yet while Raven seemed to be none the worse for wears as she tried to stand, Starfire must have hit her head as she fell because she lay across the wet ground, unconscious. Quickly undoing the bonds which tied his cape to his body, he rolled the fabric up and placed it beneath the alien princess’s head. Unfortunately, Robin was too busy tending to Starfire to notice that an enraged Beast boy was gathering his wits.
“Oh that’s it! I’ve had it with bad guys always throwing me around.” The metamorph growled, his green eyes narrowing at the sight of X. “This trollop is mine…”
“Beast Boy, wait!” Cyborg yelled, spotting his comrades intentions even as he fought to stand. Alas, it was too late, so enraged that he couldn’t even hear the biotic behemoth’s words; Beast Boy turned to his Gorilla form and charged the leather clad seductress. His heavy fists shaking the ground with every swing as he crossed the void between him and her with incredible speed, intent on not giving her another chance to blow him away. Yet, despite the enraged prime-ape rushing towards, X didn’t move nor blink, the confident smile gracing her lips until the very end.
Inwardly grinning as he saw she was making no move to defend her, Beast Boy drew himself back; coming to a sudden halt as he reared back onto his hind legs and stood upright with his powerful arms raised. With a mighty roar flowing from his parted jaws, the Gorilla threw all his strength into one attack; swinging his closed fists down. But at the last moment, when his hit seemed most certain; a calculating look suddenly masked the Villain’s face as she swung her leg forward.
In an instant, Beast Boy’s body reverted back to its normal form. His eyes bulging, he tried to scream but found he was in too much pain to utter words and the best he could do was utter a few strangled gasps as feebly clutching his throbbing  genitalia; the green metamorph feel to ground unconscious.
“Boys…” X commented, he red lips turning to a sly smirk as she kicked the downed Titan’s side. “No matter what the species, they always follow their cocks.”
Watching their team mates defeat, an angered hush fellow over the remaining Titan’s. Not even Slade had ever resorted to something as wicked as a crotch shot and the thought of a villain with such tactics sent a cold wash through Cyborg and Robin. However being female, Raven wasn’t bound by such primal fears and although she still felt lingering moments of resentment towards the Green shape shifter; the sight of her friend’s undignified defeat made her blood boil. Beast Boy may be a fool most of the time but he certainly didn’t deserve that…
Pools of dark energy suddenly encased the half- demons hands, her emotions running riot as she considered the metamorph’s beating until she could no longer contain the raw emotion and took flight. She wanted to teach this bitch a lesson, she wanted to show her what happens to those who mess with the Titans.
Spying her next challenger, X quickly used her own powers to take flight; raising her body until she was level with the attacking demon girl. Glazed by a sheet of pink energy, the vileness’s eyes followed Raven across the sky as a ball of energy collected in her palm. With the titan on a collision course, there was little point in aiming and she released the blast moments before the enraged Raven was due to hit her. However, much to X’s surprise; Raven’s anger had fuelled her power and she merely swatted the blast aside as she continued on her course.
Although she was far from the strongest member of the team, at that moment, Raven really couldn’t have given a damn about such distinctions as she slammed straight into the leather sporting villain. Their entwined bodies cutting a blazing path through the torrential downpour before slamming into the brick wall of an office building; sending a volley of shattered bricks flying into the night as the girl’s abandoned all thoughts of their powers.
Embedding the butt of her left wrist beneath X’s chin, the Titan drew back her right fist and began punching the villain in the face; not stopping her attack until the seductress’s knee slammed into her stomach. Biting back a shout of pain, Raven quickly gave up her attack and backed away before X had another chance to strike. Bubble-gum Pink met amethyst purple as catching their breath, the girls looked gazes in a violent glare; their encased bodies throbbed from the impact but neither cared as they prepared for the next bout.
X was the first to recover and with a burst of pink energy, she exploded from the brick work sarcophagus; a deafening war cry billowing from her painted lips as she charged the floating demon princess with both of her fists drawn back. However, Raven was right behind her and managed to dodge the attack before sending a round house kick into the villain’s back; knocking her off balance the power she’d poured into the strike made her plummet to the road below. Grinning ever so slightly as she watched the leather clad red-head slam into the tarmacked road with a resounding thud, Raven couldn’t help being thankful she had let Starfire and Robin talk her into taking a few one-on-one sparing sessions; they’d certainly proved to be an asset after-all.
“Do you think Raven beat her?” Cyborg quietly asked Robin, a worried look playing across his partially mechanical face as they watched the part demon slowly descend to the ground.  Having both witnessed the full extent of Raven’s power at one time or another, they had wisely decided to stay out of her way while she and X fought, neither willing to risk getting in the way of one of her power blasts. However now that she seemed to of calmed down, the urge to help their team-mate was quickly getting the better of them.
“Hard to say; though it defiantly seems like she’s down for the count. Raven’s got a mean kick and her powers give her one hell of a…” Robin’s speech suddenly died however when he caught sight of movement. Evidently, Raven’s mean kick hadn’t been enough and X quickly scrambled to her feet in time for Raven’s prompt landing.
“All right…” X whispered slowly, looking up at Raven through the damp curtain of her red locks whilst her left hand slowly reached behind her “time to bring out the big guns.” However, snorting at the Dominatrix’s remark, Raven levitated herself off the ground and flew towards the redhead; her right fist outstretched as she prepared to strike. Yet like she had with Beast Boy, the villain refused to move and a wide grin quickly returned to her bloody lips.
In a flash of movement, she side stepped the demon princess’s blow before drawing a concealed pair of handcuffs from her within her leathers and slotting one of the bracelets onto Raven’s outstretched wrist. Trapped in her flow of motion, she could not recoil and X had only to give a firm tug for her to be thrown off balance.
“What the…” She gasped, almost missing the sound of the other bracelet locking around her wrist as X dragged her arms around her back. Heart racing, Raven desperately tried to break the bonds but found that she lacked the strength or concentration to snap the linking as the vicious edge of the bracelets dug into her wrist. “Let me go you fucking whor…” However, her furious order died into nothing but a series of indistinguishable murmurs as the dominatrix leaned forward and captured the Demonic princess’s lips in a searing kiss; a studded tongue pushing past her defences and down her throat before she could so much as make a gesture of protest.
Continuing her siege of the titan’s orifice, X wrapped her arms around Raven waist and let her hands descend down to the latex covered orbs of the demon’s arse before leisurely kneading the firm flesh; drawing a reluctant moan from the girl even as she struggled against her advances. Her resistance soon began to fade however, replaced quickly by a flow of quiet groans which made the villain giggle as she continued her play.
After a few moments though, the need for air forced her to reluctantly abandon the demon princess’s lips and she pulled away.
“Mmmm…You’re delicious.” X purred, her heavy breathing tickling Raven’s check as she leaned forward to lick the burning skin. “Maybe you should consider joining me, imagine all the fun we could have.”
“I’d rather die.” Raven spat, a hint of red lighting her eyes as her teeth began lengthening to the size of fangs. “Azarath, METRION, ZINTHOOOOHHHH…” The incantation turned into a moan seconds before Raven could complete the spell, its power evaporating into the rain as her head rolled back. X’s hand was now on her breast, her leather clad fingers teasing the buds of the princess’s nipples through the wet latex until they could practically cut glass and she was fighting for breath.
“I’d advise you to reconsider.” the villain whispered, a pink glow encasing her hand as she began to feed a volatile cocktail of heat and pleasure against the Titan’s breast. “Why throw your life away when you could have so much fun with me?”
“I…I…” Gasping at the fiery haired villain’s touch, Raven could barely muster the will to speak. Her mind was quickly receding into itself as the pleasure destroyed all the elements of her control. “I’LL NEVER JOIN YOU!
Negotiations were concluded and A high pitched cry suddenly echoed from Raven’s lips, her violate eyes widening as she felt X’s other hand rub against her covered core; the incendiary heat of her touch burning along every one of the Princess’s nerves.  Her body was climaxing in seconds and by the time Cyborg’s sonic blast collided with X; Raven’s mind had long since receded into the back of her subconscious.
With his fellow Titan acting as artillery, Robin was able to swoop in and catch Raven before her unconscious body hit the ground and cradling her to him; he swiftly removed her from the fight before testing her responses. His knowledge of first aid was only basic but it almost looked like Raven had slipped into shock yet her body was quivering and it lead him to believe X had placed her under a spell. One which would probably lift the moment she went down.
“Robin!” Cyborg suddenly yelled; interrupting the Boy Wonder’s train of thought and drawing his attention back to where the robotic behemoth stood. “How’s Raven?”
Unsure of how to answer his comrade, Robin gently shock his head, indicating towards a negative response as he placed her down gently. It was becoming painfully clear that a new approach would be needed; this villain was obviously far too powerful to take on one at a time. However, Cyborg had a different theory in mind and before Robin could give an order, the furious cybernetic released a terrifying cry that would have made even Mammoth shake with fear before unleashing a bout of blows from his sonic cannon.
“Cyborg…No!” Robin cried, but his voice couldn’t carry over the sounds of the attack and he was forced to watch on helplessly as in a show of incredible flexibility, X avoided every blast sent her way. Unaware that his attack was failing, Cyborg continued furiously blasting away until the reserve power-coupling he used to fuel the cannon was near dead and smirking as he saw the target area become consumed by smoke; he slowly lowered his weapon. The area was hot but his Infra-red scanners couldn’t pick up any signs of life…
A coy giggle suddenly sounded from amidst the smoke, warning him of his failure moments before the girl’s silhouette appeared through the smoke.
“It’s not possible.” Spluttered Cyborg, his instruments utterly incapable of explaining how the villain could have made it through that barrage unscathed; every one calculated she should have been blasted to ribbons and yet there she was, standing there as if nothing had happened. “Man I gave her all I had. How can she still be standing?” However, the answer never came and X exploded from the smoke screen before his power-coupling could recharge.
Risking a glance towards Robin, Cyborg saw that the Boy Wonder had broken into a run towards him; but there were many strides dividing them and he quickly calculated the chances of him making it in time were slim to nil. And as if to prove his point, he had just enough time to glimpse X’s leather covered fist come rocketing towards his face as he turned back to watch the villain’s approach.
Rearing back, the heavy Titan tried to dodge the attack but she was too fast and the villain’s clenched fist bounced off the armoured side of his face. Although nowhere near strong enough to dent the reinforced metal, the blow momentarily disrupted his sensors and left him unable to focus as with a burst of strength; the girl began a divesting barrage of kicks and punches. Blind to X’s movements, Cyborg could only muster grunts of pain as he was forced back step by step until finally a round-house kick to his lesser defender Solar Plexus knocked him painfully to the ground.
Fortunately, the momentary respite was all it took for his visual sensors to repair themselves and before long he found himself blinking through a murky haze has his vision returned to normal. But the sight which awaited him was far from welcoming.
X stood over him, a triumphant look on her face as she withdrew a small USB Memory Stick from within her leathers.
Quickly realising what she had planned for him, the Titan’s face became frozen in a look of horror as he tried to escape, but his drained power cells were barely able to feed his movements and he ended up merely scratching deep groves into the concrete. Giggling at his futile attempt to escape, the seductress waited a moment before pressing her boot against the Cybernetics’s side and forcing him to roll on his front; exposing his control panel to her mischievous eyes. Ignoring Cyborg’s protests, she got down onto one knee and pushed the cartridge into the port before backing off just as Robin hurled one of his birdyrangs at her.
Swiftly pulling the Memory stick free, the Boy Wonder grabbed his comrade’s shoulder and rolled him back around; but no signs of life were visible upon the giants face. His heavy arms now hung completely limp by his side and his one human eye stared blankly up at the rainy sky above them; however, he did note that the normal bright red glow of his metallic eye had retreated to form a vibrant pink X.
“You Bitch…” Robin spat, venom lacing his voice as he turned his attention back to the smirking Villain who appeared to now be holding an item which looked suspiciously like a riding crop. “What did you do to him and how is it you know all our weaknesses?”
“Oh you’d be amazed at what you can find online these days birdie boy.” She cooed while playfully giving him a wink and slapping the tip of her crop against her palm. “A group of this city’s criminals have been putting together a little data sheet on you five over the past few years and recently posted it on the net for all use aspiring villains to see. Being the naughty girl that I am, I made sure to revise all those little details just in-case I happened to run into you. As for your battery operated friend there, I merely infected him with a couple of my custom designed viruses. They’re powerful enough to put sixteen supercomputers to ruin so I doubt he’ll be getting up any-time soon.”
“Then the only way to save my friends is to stop you?” Robin asked, his voice becoming as emotionless as stone whilst he retrieved his staff.
“Correct.” She stated, the sparkle in her eyes quickly flourishing at the thought of fighting the group’s leader. ‘This should be fun.’
“So be it.”
Robin charged forward, hoping to finish this quick he let the weapon extend to its fullest before swinging it around, only to have X expertly parry the blow like it were nothing. Spinning around, he tried to deliver another blow but yet again she countered him with a skill that belied her young age. Realising that this would be harder than he thought, he double back and retracted the stick till it was a more modest size and then attacked once more. However, this time the Villain launched her own attack and their weapons met mid-way. Sparks flew as steel locked against steel and Robin quickly realised that what he had first taken to be a ridding crop was actually a well-disguised rapier. The stakes of their fight had been raised.
Breaking the interlocked blades’ connection, X launched a savage attack that forced the titan back as he strained to bloke every stroke she dealt. She was without a doubt the better swordsman and her speed certainly gave her an additional edge, but he was the stronger fighter and that gave him a savage trump card.
Surging forward with his own assault, Robin tried to knock the weapon from her grasp but the shaft bounced off its cupped hilt and he was forced to double back before she had a chance to spear him with the thin blade. However, seeing an opening in his defence, X propelled herself forward with an explosive burst of pink energy and slammed the thinly woven steal of her guard into the Boy Wonders head; knocking the staff from his hands and throwing him to the rain soaked ground.
Blood freely poured into his eyes as he tried to blink past the dizziness that had sunk in. His head was spinning from the blow he had been dealt and for a moment it was hard for him to place what had happened. All he knew was that for some reason he was lying on the storm drenched tarmac of Jump City high street. Suddenly, a tall figure appeared standing over him and his heart leapt as he realised it was Starfire. A small smile framing his lips as h watched her gorgeous body slip down onto one knee, the space between them quickly evaporating as she leant forward and tentatively placed her full lips onto his….
X couldn’t help but grin inwardly as she felt the Boy Wonder respond to her invitation, her little mind trick was working perfectly. In his weakened state, she was able persuade his mind of just about anything and if he believed she was that alien whore, she knew there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t let her do.
Straddling his waist, her slender hands were buried in the damp fabric of his uniform as she hungrily forced his thin lips apart and drank from his orifice. At her intrusion, Robin’s hands came up to grip her hips; a gasp wrenched from her throat as he began kneading the cheeks of her arse through the leathers while pulling her enticing form closer to his body. With his mind trapped in limbo, his body was free to do everything it had had ever wished to do to a certain Tamaranean Princess.
Sensing the shift in his attitude, X began moving her hands down along the hard ridges of the titan’s torso; mentally savouring every groan and hiss she could draw from the hero as she let her palms work their magic. By the time she drew near the lining of his utility belt, a prominent bulge was pressing against her thigh.
“Oohhh look at what I have found.” She whispered, drawing away from his lips as her hands slowly began petting the youth’s arousal through the spandex of his tights. “Looks like little Robin wants to come out a play with Mistress.”
“Oh…Starfire.” Robin moaned, blind to the actual perpetrator of his pleasure as in his mind, he watched the alien beauty he desired so much, massaging the aching flesh of his arousal with an impossible amount of skill. Every touch of soft fingers seemed to set his nerves ablaze and he could feel the pressure of release quickly building down at the base of his spine. “You’re so….So good”
Hearing his words, a high giggle passed the girl’s lips and she double her effort; focusing all her powers on the task as she slowly traced the phallus through the dampening cloth. From weeping tip to firm base, she left not a piece of flesh untouched.
“Hmmmm…I’m so glad you like it baby, because once you cum, your mind will dim and you’ll be all mine.” She whispered before leaning down and slowly closing her lips around the bulge, making Robin gasp and wildly begin buck his hips into her orifice. His body was on the verge and in a moment, when he fell of that peak; his mind would become forever trapped in the dark depths that sloshed against its bottom. And then he would be her prisoner. “You’ll be my little dog. A slave bound to do my bidding for the rest of eternity, and there is not a thing your friends can do to save you my precious. By day you shall rob everything I point to, and at night…”
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Although lost in unconsciousness, Starfire was having the sweatiest dream. She and Robin were once more at the fair and he had taken her into the passage way of reflective windows but they had gotten lost within the many passage ways.  For hours they had been strolling through the darkened corridors, gleefully admiring their many different reflections without a care in the world. But all good things eventually come to an end and no sooner had Robin begun pulling her closer did her fair of wonders begin melting away.
Although waking slowly, the Alien princess’s eyes opened wide the moment she felt the cold touch of rain against her dampened skin and she was forced to watch the word sway like the swells of her home-world’s Groglactian Sea. Pain stabbed through her body every time she tried to move so she was forced to lie  on the wet gravel, blessedly something soft had been placed beneath her head, providing her with a modest amount of comfort as a vaguely
Familiar sent wafted past her nostrils.
Eventually feeling returned to her body but as her head still ached, she gave it another minute before sitting up, best not to rush things until the pain in her head faded. Unfortunately, her memory had gone with her ability to move and for a long while she could remember nothing besides her dream.
“Robin…” She whispered, visualising the rare smile that she had seen playing across the teen’s face and suddenly she remembered where she had inhaled that aroma before. It was Robin’s sent. Heart racing, she shot up and looked down, hoping against hope to find Robin lying beside her. Alas she was disappointed to find only his cape rolled up; oh how she longed to find herself waking from sweet dreams to find they had been true and she was greeted by the sight of her glorious friend lying with her.
Suddenly, as if conjured by the thoughts of the Boy Wonder, she remembered it all, the bank robbery, the new villain, being struck to the ground by a strange wind. Her stomach wrenched with fear and looking around, she sadly saw all but one of her team mates was collapsed nearby. But immediately noticing Robin was not among the fallen, she felt herself breathe a sigh of relief, Robin would undoubtedly still be fighting that witch; nothing would stop him from delivering justice upon the wicked criminals.
Hurriedly getting to her feet, Starfire was about to take flight when she suddenly heard someone speaking, realising the voice resented from behind her, she turned towards it without a second thought. But there, not 5 metres away, she saw something that made her heart die.
The criminal who called herself X was lying atop Robin and their lips were joined in a fashion her people considered only suitable for those who had joined themselves to each other in body and soul. At first she hopped that perhaps it was another side effect of her losing consciousness but then to her horror, she witnessed her love begin reciprocating to the lovers embrace. Every second she watched of the couple’s entanglement made her die a little inside; until all the joy had faded from her being, leaving a sour emotion in its way which quickly took control.
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“You Garbankualart!” Starfire suddenly roared, interrupting X in mid speech, unknowingly saving Robin who had been on the brink of release. Angered at having momentarily lost her slave, the dominatrix turned to where the alien stood, seeing to her surprise that the Tamaranean’s green glow had somehow turned deep purple. Yet if the discovery had proven to do anything besides shock her, she didn’t let it show.
“Well…well…well.” She began, trying to take the phenomenon in her stride but failing to hide the shaking in her voice. For the first time in longer than she could remember, she felt a twinge of fear coiling around her spine. “Look who has finally woken up. I had hoped to deal with you once Robin had been fully broken but I guess I’ll have to save that for later.”
Starfire never flinched, the glow of her purple energy flickering brightly in the low light as she starred down at X with murder in her eyes. “If you wish not to be destroyed, you shall step away from friend Robin and surrender yourself to me now.” She warned, a purple ball of energy forming around both of her enclosed fists.
“Big words Starslut, let’s see if you can back them up.” An explosion of pink energy suddenly lit up the stormy night sky and X charged towards Starfire with all the force of a speeding asteroid. She was hoping surprise would give her enough of an edge to be able to overcome the Alien’s superior strength but a cry from the titan put an end to the villain’s     aspirations when she was hit by a Starblast so powerful it sent her flying back into an adjacent wall.
The purple beam consumed X’s body in a heartbeat and she was unconscious long before she could have gathered enough breath to scream. With her consciousness went the effects of her magic and as the blast began to die like the rain overhead, the titan’s slowly began to rouse; all except Beast boy of course, who had yet to recover from the physical agony.
“Ummm….Where’d the girls go?” Cyborg asked, disappointment and confusion evident in his voice as X’s virus filtered out of his hardware. Evidently, the infectious program had not entirely disagreed with the Titan.
“Oh…that bitch,” Raven replied, rubbing her head as if to banish the embarrassing memories of her so called fight from her head. “I don’t like being touched.”
Robin was the only one among them not counting his wounds. Content that he’d live to die another day, he let his dart between X’s unconscious body, to Starfire, whose eyes had returned back to their normal olive green,  and then back to X; not entirely sure he was seeing what he thought he was. Sure Star’s blasts had certainly grown more powerful since she’d evolved into a mature Cironeilian but he doubted her powers alone could beat an adversary as strong as X when said foe happened too know all their strengths and weaknesses. There had to be something more to this than what he could see. But before he had a chance to quiz the Alien princess, she suddenly took to flight.
“Hey wait. Starfire!” He called, hoping his voice could reach her before she got out of earshot. Yet it was too late, she had already gone and he was left to watch her soar towards the tower.
“Hey man let her go.” Cyborg suddenly called, drawing the Boy Wonders attention back to his team-mates, who at last had managed to collect themselves and seemed to be ready to leave the high street. “Girls sometimes like some time to themselves, she’ll be fine. Star’s more than tough enough to take care of herself.”
Reluctantly, Robin gave a nodded in agreement and began following them back to the Tower, but not before turning and giving one last long glance to where he had last seen his love flying. He didn’t need superpowers to know when something was bothering someone and something was defiantly bothering Starfire. Flying off alone into the night without a word spoken, that was normal for Raven perhaps, but defiantly not like his Starfire.
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Robin’s suspicions proved to be well founded as none of the team heard anything more of Starfire for the rest of the day, or the remainder of the week for that matter. Although the tower’s security log had recorded Starfire’s return shortly before that of the others, she seem to of locked her chambers from within and refused to come out, no matter what they tried…
Pressing his ear against the lock of the blast door, Robin desperately tried to pick the barrier’s lock; every once and awhile cursing that he knew he should of memorised the locking codes. It had now been a week since they’d taken down X and he had long since grown tired of subtle tactics, he wanted to know what was wrong with Starfire and he wanted to know now.
A loud crack suddenly echoed through the night, signalling that another pick had broken and losing his temper, the Titan withdrew the broken metal and hurled it at the floor. He’d been at this for well over an hour now and to say the least, the continued melody of breaking picks was starting to irritate him.
Waiting a moment before continuing, he tried to catch his breath and reached down to his belt in search for more picks. There was only one left. Cursing again, he carefully inserted the tool into the lock; his fingers moving with skilled precision as tried to work the lock open.
Eyes widening, he slowly withdrew the pick and saw to his amazement that the tool was still intact.
‘It’s open.’ he realised, a small smile appearing across his lips as he slipped the metal back into its pouch before retrieving the small torch he’d brought from his chambers. Pushing the steel barrier open, he turned the torch on and shone its beam into the darkness. In contrast to the metallic, futuristic ambience of most of the rest of the tower’s rooms, including his own, Starfire’s chambers was a mirror representation of its owner, entirely modest but still warm and comforting. Never before had he dared to break into the Alien princess’s bedchamber and although urgency tug at his heart, Robin couldn’t resist taking a moment to survey the room, telling himself that it were to seek out any concealed hideaways where an attacker may lay in wait. A rich carpet, made from the luxurious pink fur of some strange alien creature dominated the chambers metal floor, hiding all but a few small spaces from his view. Wood furniture lined the walls and each was littered with various trinkets, their strange designs confusing him to their actual purpose.
His light swept across the smooth wood of the princess’s vanity table, illuminating the metal of an elegant jewellery box and reflecting off the material of Starfire’s wrist and neck guards; exposing to him the presence of many combs, hairpins   and perfume bottles. Everything appeared normal but for some reason, he had the nagging suspicion that something wasn’t right, that something obvious was missing; besides Starfire of course.
Suddenly, Robin felt something hard against his foot and dropping the lights glow to it, he found what he had been looking for. It was a rune decorated picture frame, one he’d bought Starfire some months ago because he’d seen her admiring it once in a store window. Without thinking, he bent to retrieve it but as he turned it over to expose the picture within, he had to fight the impulse to drop it again. The picture had been removed and the protective glass supposed to cover it had been smashed. But before he could figure out what to make of this discovery, a faint groan suddenly reached his ears and spinning round, a saw a canopied four-poster bed that had somehow escaped his noticing.
Hesitating for just a moment, he quickly strode forward, grabbed the drawn curtains and pulled them apart; exposing a sight which made his face pale instantly as he stepped back in fright.
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Outside the medical station of the tower, Robin was pacing back and forth. His heart and mind both racing as he waited impatiently the locked doors to open, his eyes darting back to them every other minute. Although he knew Raven was her best and would undoubtedly fare much better without distraction, he couldn’t help but wish he was in there also, just so he could know Starfire was all right.
It had been two hours since he’d found Starfire lying unconscious in her room and he’d been in such a frightful state that he was sure she would have perished right then and there. But miraculously, she had managed to linger on until he and Raven had managed to get her up to the health centre and now it was purely a matter of waiting. Of course, Cyborg and Beast Boy had been unwilling to leave him alone but their idea of reassuring him had been to repeatedly tell him to sit down before he wears the floor trough and falls to the floor below.
“Man, Robin will just sit down!” Cyborg called, obviously more agitated by Robin’s frantic pacing than the ill condition of their friend. Throughout the ordeal, the metallic giant had managed to keep his cool composure but now the stress finally seemed to be getting to him. “Re-texturing the floor with your feet isn’t going to help Star.”
Reluctantly placing himself back in the once comfortable chair, the Boy Wonder soon felt Beast Boy’s hand clapping him on the shoulder in what was obviously meant to be a reassuring gesture.
“Hey Dude, Starfire is going to be just fine.” He said; his voice retaining its usual cheery tone though his hand gesture failed to carry such merit. “She’s tough.”
‘Yeah…I’ve heard that before.’Robin thought, remembering how similar those were to the words Cyborg had used after the battle with X.  But before he had a chance to voice his doubts, the doors of the medical centre opened and out walked Raven; a more sombre look playing across her face than any had ever seen her wear before.
“Starfire’s dying.” She said; her voice equally as sombre in tone. “I don’t know why. Besides malnutrition, she appears to be in perfect health and her brain wave show no unusual readings. It’s almost as if she has lost the will to live.”
Moments passed by with nothing but silence to fill the void left by Raven’s declaration. Not sure of what to make of the words, even Beast Boy was silent.
“She’s…really dying.” Robin finally asked as tears began welling up in the corner of his eyes. Just because he’d anticipated it didn’t make it was any easier to hear. The dagger of loss was already tearing at his heart and he had to fight not to burst into tears at just the thought of never seeing the girl again.
Closing her eyes, Raven gave him a nod. Although the team was more than aware of the attraction between the two, only she truly know what Robin was going through; her mental abilities picking up every emotion that rushed through the teen like sonar would the surrounding noise.
“But there has to be something we can do.” Cyborg voiced, unable to accept what he was hearing and almost bolting out of his seat in his haste. “This is Starfire we’re talking about Raven; we can’t just let her die.”
For a moment it looked like she was about to answer him, but at the last moment she paused and then turned away. All this may have happened in the space of a few moments but Robin saw through it like a pain of glass and sensing this Raven knew she had to tell them.
“There may be a way…” She began though still hesitant, afraid more of getting the groups hopes up and then them being proved hollow dreams than anything. “Tamaraneans are a highly emotional race of beings; it’s possible an upset in her emotions caused Starfire’s distress. If so, it might also be reversible but time is short and it can only be done by one person.” Raising her hand, she pointed an unwavering finger towards Robin. “For the past hour, I have been attempting to tap into Starfire’s subconscious but every time she manages to block me out. Whatever happened was so damaging to her that she’s built barriers the likes of which I have never seen to protect her from all outside influences. However,  as Robin and Starfire have always had a strong connection, if he were to attempt entry, it’s possible her defences may weaken enough for me to carry him through.”
Robin didn’t even think twice before hurriedly nodding his head, but before he could even get up from his seat; Raven was spoke again. “Robin this isn’t a game, if we’re too late and Starfire dies whilst you are still inside her mind; you’ll die too.” Still he stood and seeing that he could not be dissuaded, Raven didn’t say another word before leading him into the medical wing; leaving Cyborg and Beast Boy alone in the corridor.
Upon entering the room, however, Robin felt his breath catch and his steps suddenly halt as his gaze drifted to deceivingly peacefully sleeping Starfire. Only her abnormally pale skin, which was now almost as light as his, and the machines that had been set up next to the bed indicated that she was anything other than perfectly healthy. Dressed in her usual purple attire, it almost looked like she had come in here to lie on one of the cots and had fallen asleep. Oh how he wished that had been the case.
Raven directed him to lie on the cot next to Starfire’s before busying herself with some other machines which Robin guessed would soon connected to him. However, not wanting to waist any more time, he quickly lowered himself to the cot and tried to get comfortable on the lumpy mattress.
“Are you sure you want to do this Robin? Raven suddenly asked, though her gaze never left the machines. “No one would think any less of you if you changed your mind.”
“I’m sure Raven.” Robin whispered, though not so sure his voice projected the confidence he would have liked. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t considering it, when there was so much at stake it was only natural to have doubts; but doubts were like cracks and would only cause a problem if not kept in check. “Starfire would gladly risk her life to save me, what sort of friend would I be if I wasn’t willing to do the same for her.”
“Very well,” Raven finally concluded after a moment’s pause, at which point she left her machines and came to stand between his and Starfire’s cot.  “Remember, the mind is like a picture of our emotions, try and use what you see to your advantage and don’t tally. I’ll take you as deep as I can but I suspect you’ll still have to find Starfire.” Nodding in understanding, Robin watched as she placed one hand on his temple and the other on Starfire’s. “Just let your mind go blank.”
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Suddenly feeling the cool touch of stone against his skin, Robin bolted upright. His heart still racing as the sensation of being pulled through a key hole continued to rattle his nerves. The sensation of being pulled from his head and pushed into Starfire’s had defiantly not been fun.
Stone walls were the first thing he noticed, heavily built stone walls which reminded him of those that made up a medieval castle’s inner body and they were standing parallel to one another to form a passageway. Mounted torches and heavy tapestries hung around him, casting the corridor with an eerie air. Dark and gloomy, the ancient walkway was certainly not what he had been expecting Starfire’s head to be like. Remembering what Raven had told him however, Robin quickly got to his feet and hurried down the corridor without a second thought for the décor. Star’s life was hanging in the balance and every second he wasted brought her one step closer to death.
Trampling over what he could only assume to be a Tamaranean rug, he stormed through the passageway like a man possessed and didn’t waver even as he passed through an archway and into a tight maze of passageways. Fortunately, her years of meditation had allowed Raven an idea of what he would face and she had been very in-depth in his briefing, a fact he was growing more and more thankful of as he passed a growing number of  passageways that broke off and lead to places he had no business going. If not for her wisdom, it would have been oh so easy for him to lose his way and become trapped for all eternity.
Truth be told, Robin found the temptation to veer off course and sneak a peek within the off branching chambers near overwhelming, but he knew that if Starfire ever learnt he had violated her privacy in such a way, he’d never forgive him. Sufficed to say, what she would have in store for him would probably make what she had done to X look like child’s play.
Finally, after what felt like an hour’s hard marching; Robin found what it was he sought. Stretching across the entire width of the passageway, an immense door of metal barred his way. It was the last defence of Starfire’s mind and would be his first test. Passed this was supposed to be the core and it was there he would find whatever it was he was supposed to convince. But first he had to get through this blasted barricade.
Striding up to the imposing mass of metal, he took a quick breath before putting out his palm and pushing against the door with all his might. It gave way like it had only been made of paper but as it fell; Robin only had time to glimpse a stretching blackness before he suddenly felt an immense vortex sucking his body into the void.
Too strong for him to resist, the vacuum pulled the titan into the darkness head-first and threw him across its icy depths in an inelegant swirl; it felt as if the oxygen in his lungs was being sucked from his very body as he was pitched through a dark lake. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over and Robin found himself standing in a very different room
Circular stone walls and high rise windows, it reminded of something one would find in a fairy tale of an imprisoned princess. The irony of it did not escape him.
His heart skipped a beat when he spotted Starfire, dressed in a flowing white gown and lying on a queen size bed with wood frame in the centre of the room; she did truly look like an enchanted princess.
“Starfire!” He called, running to her bed. She didn’t respond and it took a moment for him to realise that she was deeply unconscious. Panic rising within his chest as he realised that he might have been too late, Robin quickly placed two fingers upon her neck, blindly searching for a pulse. Unbeknownst to him however, the moment his skin touched hers, Starfire’s eyes had opened in an unseeing gaze and a bolt of sudden energy slammed into Robin’s chest and threw him against the nearby wall.
“Friend Robin…” whispered Starfire, her voice deathly faint as she slowly sat up on her bed to look at him. “You should not be here, please leave me alone.”
“Starfire?” He asked, concern evident in his voice as he got up from the stone floor to look at her. Tentatively, he tried to edge forward but an invisible force held him against the stone. “I came to take you home.” He said, hoping to get through to her enough for the barrier to lessen.
“The tower is not my home, Friend Robin.” She said, her voice holding true to its emotionless note as she observed him with an unwavering stare. “A home is a place of residence or refuge and comfort. The tower holds neither for me. Please leave.”
Shit, this is going to be harder than I thought.’ He thought, desperately trying to think of a way around the problem, yet nothing came to him and so he decided to resort to a more direct approach. “Star, I am not leaving here until you talk to me…” His speech was suddenly cut off however when a fresh bolt of the force crashed against him, it’s invisible touch coiling around his throat as it lifted him off the ground and braced  him against the wall. His air supply cut off, Robin could do little more gasp as he was slowly chocked to death. “Star…fire…” He gasped, his speech laboured as darkness enveloped him. “You’re killing me.”
And then, just like that, the force was lifted and Robin fell to the ground in a weak huddle as he gasped for new breath.
“Robin?” A familiar voice suddenly spoke out, drawing the recovering teen’s attention back to the bed, where he saw through watery eyes that Starfire had seemed to recover some of her normal state. A faint shine shone within her emerald depths and if Robin wasn’t much mistaken, he could have sworn he had heard concern in her voice.
“Starfire, is it you?” He asked, his voice still hoarse from the blow but somehow he found strength enough to stand before tentatively trying to take another step. Expecting to be bowled over by the force at any moment, he braced himself but this time the barrier was down and he found his way unhindered as he slowly began to walk towards her. Yet despite the recognition, she seemed unable to look at him and turned away long before he had even gotten close to the bed.
“Please…”She whispered, her voice as frail and weak as her physical body. “Robin, you must leave this place, I don’t know how much longer I can control it.” He ignored her plea however and instead circled around the bed so he could stand before her down tilted head.
“Starfire, I need to know what’s wrong.” He whispered softly, his hand gently tilting her head back up so he could look down into those beautiful jewels, observing as he did the tears that were welling in the corners. Oh how he loved to gaze into her eyes and lose himself in the swells of their depths like some tropical ocean. “What is it Star? What’s haunting you so badly? Please let me help you…” Suddenly, a tortured sob interrupted his words as Starfire broke down, tears freely rolling down her pale skin as with nothing left in his arsenal to draw back on; Robin cradled her in a comforting embrace.
Moments passed like the changing seasons but neither cared for they felt like nothing could hurt them so long as they remained together. Neither would ever allow the other to come to harm, their love would always protect them and bind them together their bond was greater than that of any blood relatives and they carried more for one-another than any star-crossed lovers could ever hope to dream of.
“It was the villain X.” she finally whispered, her breath warming his neck as she continued to silently weep against him. “I witnessed how you responded to her touch back on the street of high. On my world, such interactions are only reserved for courting couples with close bonds of attractions.” Robin’s mouth ran dry. In the rush of revelations, he had completely forgotten about X’s witchcraft.
Shame and embarrassment etching across his face, the Titian held the princess close as with shaky breaths.
“X had me under a spell.” He whispered, his heart thumping so heavily he feared it may burst forth from his ribs at any moment. “She made me believe it was actually you who was touching me Starfire.” But he didn’t stop there, now the dam had broken, the truth came flowing from him like a sea of water. “Everything I felt was because of you Star. You are the most perfect creature I have ever met. You’re kind and sweet and you care about everyone. It’s like you’re an angel who was sent from heaven. I lov…” His speech died as Starfire silenced his proclamation with a searing kiss.
He responded without hesitation and pulled her to him, crushing her warm body to his as their tongues met in a duel of age old passion. Years of pent up desire bubbled to the surface as their bodies became entwined, his arms diving for her succulent rear while her arms wrapped around his neck. Their motions were slow but after waiting for this moment for so long, neither was going to risk ruining the mood by moving too fast.
The searing dance of their tongues continued until his body demanded oxygen and they were forced to break the contact. Breathing hard, the couple looked intently at one another, as if to check they were truly ready for this. But after that first, passionate embrace, neither faltered.
“I love you Robin.” Starfire said, her face lighting up with joy. Yet despite her radiant glow, Robin couldn’t miss the fear that gleamed within her emerald orbs, as if afraid he might suddenly reject her heart filled plea. “Since the moment we first met I have loved you and I always shall, until the day they burn my body. I will love you and only you, dearest Robin.”
Although embolden by her sweet words, the need to reassure his love after her heart drawn confession compelled him to do something to make this moment all the more special. However, with words not being his strong suit, Robin was forced to choose something a little more ‘physical’ as he gently cupped her chin in the palm of his hand while capturing her full lips in a tender kiss.
His hunger for her burned with more intensity than three sun but Starfire deserved more than a bout of primal fucking and he would be damned if he would ruin their first time together by acting like some selfish animal. Yet as the sweet taste of exotic fruits played across his taste-buds, Robin found it harder and harder to resist his urges; until Starfire used a sudden burst of movement to switch their places, him sitting on the bed while she stood before him.
“Robin…” She whispered as with shaky fingers, she pushed the white fabric straps from her shoulders. Pooling around her feet on the stone floor, the princess’s lover saw that she had been wearing nothing beneath the angelic white gown and his mouth was left to water as his eyes feasted up the sight of her naked beauty. Without a doubt, she was the most wondrous thing he had ever seen and although he was used to the sight of her half naked body; nothing could have prepared him for the godly radiance of her natural beauty.  Her tanned flesh, which seemed almost accentuated in the flickering candle light, was flawless and suffered not a single blemish despite all the battles she had undoubtedly faced. Her breasts were fully-round, firm and were topped by dusky nipples that had already hardened, like his painfully erect arousal which was all but screaming for attention within the tight confines of his spandex trousers.
Seeing the look of hunger that glazed Robin’s features as he looked at her, Starfire couldn’t help but feel nervous. He reminded her of the predatory felines which stalked her people on Tamaran  and she couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps there was a fierce beast within the teen, waiting to feast upon her when she least expected it. But when he extended his arm, all her fears seemed to wash away and she gingerly accepted his offering and allowed herself to be pulled onto his lap; their lips joining in age old passion as they rolled back onto the bed’s soft embrace. Robin ended up on top.
Balancing his weight atop her shapely curves, his hungry lips explored the depths of her orifice before moving on to pastures new; but not before playfully tugging at her lower lip with his teeth and electing quiet moans from the alien princess. Her adorable vocalisations making his erection stiffen all the more as he trailed hot kisses across the shape of her jaw line towards the hollow of her neck. Teasing the area behind her ear with his tongue, he paused for a moment to nibble the lobe before starting a fiery trail of nips and licks down the Tamaranean’s swanlike neck.
Shivering as she felt the gentle pressure of his teeth skimming across her throat, Starfire couldn’t help but moan as the joyous sensations teased her nerves and left her delirious. Vaguely registered his mouth forming a small smile against the tender flesh but she was too lost in the feel of it to care. Oh how long she had wanted this, to have her beloved savour tend to her with such care and devotion, the kind of embrace only he could bestow. She had wanted it so much, that now she almost feared this might be another concoction of her subconscious designed to torment her in the last dips of existence.
With surprisingly ease Robin balanced his weight atop his three remaining limbs while lightly tracing his finger tips over her rib cage. Stimulating the delicate bones until the hands which had been lying limply at her side suddenly came alive, her sharpened fingernails digging into the cloth of his trousers as she grasped his hips and tried to urge him to press his body closer to hers. His feather-like touch was sending shivers up her spine but Starfire was quickly growing tired of teasing, she wanted Robin and if he didn’t stop playing games, she might very well take matters into her own hands…
Arching her back, the princess almost lost herself in a wave of ecstasy as she felt the rough skin of Robin’s fingertips run over the swells of her breasts and she could only mutter his name lowly as his lips continued tasting inch of her in his decent to her naked cleavage.
 Through heavy lidded eyes, Starfire watched on in helpless rapture as he rubbed his rough palm across one of her breasts; a soft moan leaving her lips when his fingers moulded around the orb and slowly began massaging it while the pad of his thumb caressed the bud of her hardened nipple. Then suddenly, her breath caught and all she could do was moan his name as her body arched into his tantalizing touch while he lowered his mouth from her collarbone and kissed a path down through the valley that lay between her succulent orbs.
His heated breath tickled her skin like hot wax and she had to bite back a scream of pleasure when she felt some strands of his hair glide across her nipples, his attentions almost driving her mad with desire as the burning heat of her core grew so intense it threatened to consume her in liquid passion. Needing more, she dug her nails deeper into the taught flesh of Robin’s backside, trying to force him to some of the more needy areas of her anatomy. But poised like a heavy battering ram, the weight of his covered erection rested at the base of her shapely thighs and each time she tried to redirect his attentions, the force drove his manhood to grave across that sensitive spot.
“Oh X’hal!” She moaned, crying out in a potent cocktail of surprise and euphoria. Enthralled by the sensation Starfire released her grip on Robin’s thighs and collapsed back on the bed without another word; her breathing hard as the tremors of a minor orgasm rocked her senses like an earthquake. Never had she felt anything so joyous.
With primal hunger, Robin lavished the Princess’s breasts with kisses before closing his teeth around the pebbled bud while his hand continued its attentions to her other bosom. Slowly, he dragged his tongue along the underside of her breast, circling it at an agonizingly pace before lowering his mouth to the neglected bud. Incoherent moans began to flow from her as he did and soon he felt her hips start to roll against his clothed thighs as her body arched into him at its own accord. Trapped in a haze of glorious pleasure, she was like a puppet on his string and the sweet torture that he was bestowing upon her drove her all the madder with passion.
Sensing the time was right as her moans rang in his ears like the angelic song of angels’, Robin left her breasts and began moving down the Princess’s body; kissing a frenzied path down her stomach and making the taunt muscles contract as he ran his tongue around her bellybutton. Soon able to inhale the musky spent of her arousal as the burning heat of her core washed over his skin, he suddenly backed away and took a moment to admire the marvel of the fragile creature beneath him. Never had he seen her as beautiful as she was at that moment.
The flowing locks of her fiery red hair had lost all sense of symmetry as they washed across the dampening sheets like a luxurious veil. Kindled by passion, her emerald eyes were veiled by desire and her bruised lips exhaled hot breaths in time with the rise and fall of her full bosom. Even the thin sheet of perspiration which covered her tanned skin couldn’t destroy the image of perfection as his eyes slowly trailed down her slender waist to where his final test was waiting for him. Taking a deep breath in preparation, Robin slowly lowered his upper torso till he was all but lying between her open legs…
“R…Robin?” Starfire asked before gritting her teeth as she tried to suppress a scream of ecstasy as Robin’s tongue began to caress her most secret of spots. The wet muscle parting her innermost folds to feast upon the vibrant fruit within and the pleasure of it was so incredible; she didn’t know whether she could survive it. Reaching out, she fisted her fingers in the soft onyx locks of his hair in a desperate attempt to draw him closer as his tongue continued its assault, delving deeper and deeper within her core like a fiery serpent.
Watching Starfire’s reaction to his oral invasion with immense interest, Robin continued to press his assault into the girl’s burning core with vigour. To see her in such a pleasured state and to know that it was he who had caused her such joy, filled him with more pride than he had thought it possible to experience; but he knew there was still more he could do. Fighting against the hold she had on his head, he gave her flowing vulva one final lick before attending to the nub of her clitoris.
“Oh X’Hal! Ahhhhh-yesssss!” The princess cried, molten pleasure seeming to pour through her body and begin melting her from the inside out as she felt her lover begin suckling the small bundle of nerves. The act pushed her close to the edge and it started a fire more intense than any sun in the pit of her belly. Instinctively, her thighs began to tighten around the Titan’s head but his strong arms snaked around her shapely thighs before he could succumb to air loss and he quickly snapped her limbs apart.
“You naughty girl.” Robin whispered, his voice only just loud enough for her to hear but the vibrations it sent through her were exquisite and she let out a long moan as her hip lifted from the bed in a desperate attempt to gain more of the sensation. Delighted by her reaction however, Robin quickly focused all his attentions to the button; reducing the alien Princess to little more than a quivering lump as he expertly attended to the nub.
“Oh please, please… X’Hal it’s so good!” she moaned, her emerald orbs now able to watch as Robin devotedly feasted on her core while his strong hands firmly held her shaking legs open; it was such an erotic sight and seemed to drive her that much nearer to her blessed realise. For she was so close now that she could feel it’s exhilarating touch coil through her inner-body like a wildfire and she gasped and moaned uncontrollably, occasionally even screaming out his name as the pleasure continued to mount into an indescribable well of maddening ecstasy.
Sensing Starfire was near completion, Robin decided to end the game and began tugging at the Princess’s nub with his teeth while raising two of his fingers to her flowing entrance and slipping them in gently. The sudden intrusion struck her like a bolt of lightning and as his fingers began sliding back and forth within her tight confines, Starfire had but a minute to catch her breath she was suddenly thrown over the edge and into an abyss of pleasure the likes of which she could never have dreamed possible.
“OHHHH ROBIN!” She cried, almost floating off the bed as her nerves became swallowed by flames and as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her body; she lost herself within the haze and fell back onto the bed in a seemingly dream-like state.
Drinking every drop of the funny but not overly unpleasant liquid, Robin suddenly felt the hands that had been buried in his hair suddenly go slack and looking up, he saw that in the rush of sensations, his lover’s eyes had almost rolled completely into the back of her head  and she was lying asleep on the bed once-more. It was truly an adorable sight but there was still one last he had to do before they could complete their union and this presented the perfect opportunity. Regretfully, he slipped away from her embrace and began taking off his tight fitting uniform, knowing he’d only have a few moments before Starfire recovered from her daze. However, he hesitated when the time came to remove his mask and although he was determined to show her his all to the alien angle, it had been so long since he had last removed the piece of cloth; he couldn’t help but falter. But such troubles quickly died when he considered all that Star had done for him. Compared to that, showing her his eyes was the very least he could do.
Starfire released a disapproving groan when she felt the euphoric aftershocks of her orgasm begin to die down; effectively triggering her astral-body’s reawakening. But as her emerald eyes fluttered open and she found herself staring up into the most beautiful sea blue irises she had ever seen, the Tamaranean Princess quickly forgot all those thoughts as something that felt remarkably like confusion filtered into her belly.
“Robin?” She asked, equally as confused as she was surprised to find him looming over her without his mask on. It was true she had always desired to see the human teen without that piece of cloth covering his handsome face but never would she have asked him or even wished he’d remove it because of her. Yet despite her unsure tone, Robin’s lips formed a comforting smile.
“I love you.” He said, his voice just as comforting as it had ever been when she was beset by tears or confusion. For a moment she wondered why he had felt the need to make the heartfelt confession but then she felt the tip of his naked arousal pressing against her entrance and realising what he intended she couldn’t have been happier. To be with Robin, to truly be joined with him in the most intimate of ways, was what she wanted more than anything else and she quickly gave a small nod of encouragement. She knew that this was it; she knew that they were going to do what she had dreamed of for so long and where they were heading now would change everything between them forever. But to spend just a few moments as something far more than just Robin’s friend; she would be willing to risk all.
Embolden by her signal, he began to push forward, trying to keep the motion as slow as humanly possible to avoid hurting her. However, his restraint was tested to its tether when the tip of his member entered her tight core and as he became embedded within the warmth, he was sure he had never felt anything quite as wonderful as being inside the alien princess. They fit so perfectly together it was as if they had been made for one another.
Afraid of causing Starfire any unnecessary pain, he did all in his power to ignore the intoxicating sensations that shot through him as he waited for her to adjust to his shaft’s presence. But his efforts were quickly proving futile as he felt the way her delectably supple body give way beneath him and the tight embrace of her silken walls as they wrapped around his rigid flesh. Growing hot with unbridled pleasure, he had to rely on every trick he had ever been taught to calm himself down as he felt every incredible sensation her body had to offer.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long and it seemed like no sooner had his hips become nestled between her thighs than she cried out; wantonly bucking her body against his as if to try and get more of him inside her cavern. He felt her legs lift and anxiously began stroking his side before wrapping around his waist as he arms reached for his neck.

Grinning, Robin suddenly seized her arms and pinned them above her head as he lifted his hips, pulling out slightly before using a sudden thrust to embed himself within her slick, eager walls; to wit she screamed in ecstasy. There was just so much of him that he kept filling her until there was literally no more room inside her cavern.

“Oh X’hal!” she cried, her body arching in the hopes of receiving more of his shaft. “X’Hal! Robin…faster Please!” The wet friction of her actions made him dizzy with pleasure but somehow, he managed to keep his cool in the heat of the carnal desire and slowly began to form a slow and steady rhythm.
It was a torturous sensation. The sweatiest, most exquisite forms of torture in existence, mind you, but still a torture that threatened to break them both like twigs. Barely moving his hips, he withdrew just enough from her depths to ensure a low, wanton moan passed her lips before he pushed back at an equally slow pace; confidently smirking each time he felt  her smooth legs tighten around his waist as she attempted to weakly drag him further inside herself. However, as he felt her walls close in around his phallus, squeezing the rigid flesh like some blazing serpent, he felt his control dwindling down to nothing and he knew it wouldn’t be long before the desire to fuck the gorgeous alien beneath him into unconsciousness was too great to resist. Yet still he pushed on, though fighting his body all the way.
Gasping in pleasure as she felt his flesh tease her body into insanity, Starfire was desperately trying to urge Robin on as the fire of her passion burned across her body. The slow, deliberately prolonged pace was driving her mad and she could feel her body start to move of its own accord in a desperate search for gratification.
“Oh fuck Star! You’re…so tight,” Robin moaned, perspiration freely rolling down his hot skin as he tried to keep his motions slow and steady but his restraint was stretched so fine that when he felt her hips rock against his, pressing him into uncharted territory, he broke and now it was Starfire’s turn to smirk. Unable to contain his desire, the Titans’ leader began to move faster, pulling out farther before entering her again more forcefully; causing the confident look to melt away from the Princess’s features and turn into a incoherent mask of ecstasy.
“Oh Robin! By X’hal it…it’s so glorious!” She cried,  arching her back to press her full bosom against his hard chest as the pleasure once more coursed through her veins like liquid fire and it felt like the wonderfully cool touch of her silken sheets were all that was keeping her from bursting into flames. Her elation was already peaking as orgasmic bliss spread through her body to the very tips of her toes in a tingly sensation. “Oh Robin…Something’s coming oh X’Hal! I think… I think I’m going to climax!”
Hearing her words, Robin threw all his efforts into making his princess cum. Every one of his mighty thrusts causing a high moan to echo from the Tamaranean while his own breath escaped him in low grunts that seemed to mirror the heated breaths of a bear as his powerful muscles worked as one to achieve his body’s maximum potential in the pursuit of pleasuring the goddess lying beneath him. He could feel his own release as a heated blanket covering the base of his spine but he pushed it aside, intent on prolonging this experience at least until she had met that peak at least once more. This was for her and his own desires could go to hell until he was satisfied she’d been thoroughly ravished.

“Oh X’hal! Oh X’hal! This is so glorious Robin! Please blorkarmak me harder!” She cried, a wash of tremors beginning to shake her body as tears of joy welled up in the corner of her eyes. His savage manipulations had thrown her orgasm upon her and its delicious tendrils coils robbed her of every sense as the heavenly waves crashed against her body like waves on a beach. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSS!”

“Uh…uh…uh…oh God! Star! Oh you’re so hot and tight!” Robin moaned, the sensation of her inner depths convulsing wildly around his shaft as her body bucked uncontrollably against his washing over him and pushing his flesh ever closer towards its own climax. Without a doubt, his end was drawing near but still he stubbornly held on, reluctant to let go of this heavenly bliss while he still had the strength to breath. “Oh God…you feel so good.”
Miraculously, Starfire’s orgasm had already rolled over her and she could once-more feel him sliding in and out of her with those fully primal strokes. In the lower depths of her subconscious, she was vaguely aware of her name flowing from his lips in a mantra of carnal passion yet it wasn’t enough, she wanted more.
“Oh Yes! Robin…Please…Pummel my Garbank with your Stlorok! Harder! For the love of X’hal! Do it harder my love!” Desperate and carnal filled, her voice echoed around the stone chamber; encouraging him to give her all of himself as she tried to pull him in.
Hearing her words, a hint of mischief suddenly shone in his eyes as he released the grip he had managed to keep on both her bound wrists before rearing back unhooking her smooth legs from around his waist. Her legs fell open at his gesture and placing both his palms on her knees; he gently held them open as he sat on his bent knees and began rocking his hips back and forth. The leverage of this new position allowed him to access deeper parts of her tight cavern and awoke even more intense sensations within them both.
Hungry with desire, he pulled almost completely out of her before returning home with savage intensity; claiming her in the most primitive fashion and leaving marks that would ensure that all who saw her would know she was finally his. He was not alone in his debauchery however, Starfire was eagerly moaning and thrusting her hips to meet his every stroke as she lost herself in the wild abandonment of their lovemaking.

“Yes! Oh X’hal yes! Blorkarmak me! Robin…Oh blorkarmak me forever. I’m yours Robin, please take me however you wish, just never stop!” She moaned, fiery passion licking her abdomen as he kept moving within her, still trying to get deeper within her depths while struggling to hold in his growing orgasm.

Around them, a heavenly light began to shine, lighting up the once dreary chamber in a warm glow as her nails tore at the rumpled sheets, tearing their silken material to ribbons as Robin’s pace somehow seemed to quicken; the urge to complete their union overwhelming his senses as he realised he’d barely last a minute longer inside the princess’s molten core. Panting and gasping, Starfire’s pleasure filled cries grew ever louder as she drew closer and closer to a final release and he was sure he could feel her start to tighten around his flesh as the pre-orgasmic wash consumed her features.

“Uh…uh…uh…oh X’hal Robin I’m going to climax! Oh X’hal I’m climaxing!” she cried, sparks of light exploding behind her lashes as her orbs became consumed in a wash of green light. “OHHHH ROBIN!”

“Uh…uh…me too, Star! Oh fuck you’re so hot! So tight!” He groaned as he felt the princess’s inner muscles tighten around his hard penis as she climaxed with a force unlike anything he had ever experienced. The wash of sensations pushing them both over their peaks in an explosion of steamy essence. “STARFIRE!”

Panting and more exhausted than either of them could ever remember being, the star-crossed lovers collapsed together atop of the bed, their naked bodies still entwined as they lay atop the ruined sheets in a near unconscious state of bliss. Too comfortable to move, the couple never noticed as the still glowing room began to melt away and they were left floating across a veil of luxurious pinks and oranges that would have made Robin think of a sun kissed evening sky above some tropical isle.  In the back of their minds, they knew that the time would come when they would have to leave this sanctuary and return to the coldness of the real world, where their love would meet a wall of uncountable obstacles. But for now they would enjoy the moment and relish every second in this Garden of Eden between life and death or heaven and hell.
Here was only love and only love truly mattered.
The End
AN: I would like to say a special thank you to the artist Scorpia who has helped me immensely with this piece; hope we can work together on another soon.



Slowly I look around, inhaling the scents of this city. My sharpened senses pick up the scents that no human could ever imagine. A sickened shiver runs down my spine as I taste the stench of hour old vomit and urine from drunken youths, as well as a million other things that I don’t care to think about; their disgusting aromas combing to form an overwhelming cocktail that threatened to destroy me.

Shaking off the sensation, I begin to walk along the disserted street and despite it being almost midnight; I can see as if it were still the middle of the day.

Now, I’m going to tell you something that will turn your whole world view around. First, forget what you think you know, Vampires exist and chances are you have seen them but just didn’t know it. It’s understandable through, given that we are mostly just like you; except for our obvious dietary habits.

Second, yes that’s right, I’m a Vampire. My name is Richard.

 Don’t worry; I’m not like the monsters that stalk the helpless young maidens then butcher and drain them dry. I’m not a psychopath or like anything you’ve seen on the big screen; but then everyone knows the movies are full of shit. In fact if all you’ve ever seen of my kind are the illusions crafted from hypocritical priests and entertainers like David S. Goyer and Bram Stoker; then you’ll need to be filled in on a few things.

Firstly there is no tried and true way to kill a vampire, we are already dead after all; but then there are worst things then death in this world. I know, we have all seen and read where the old guy with a cape kills the vampire with crosses, stakes and holly water. Well I’m afraid they don’t do squat and I lost my religion centuries ago so there is little chance of me going to church and giving someone the chance to stake me in the heart.

Second, that little misconception about our inability to walk in sunlight is as false as the Loch Ness Monster; in fact it was actually started by Vampires in the middle ages. Yes that’s right; Vampires were the ones who started the myth, although it wasn’t because they were board. At the time, the human race was begging to become highly aware of our existence and was making a tiresome effort to find and burn Vampires at the stake. So what better way to hunt your prey and avoid the hunters then by making them think you are only active half of the time?

 Of course, most Vampires took to the darkness soon after, so It wasn’t as brilliant as many had first thought.

Some of the legends about us are true through, Vampires don’t like garlic though it’s not because we may be allergic to the stuff, it’s just that it tastes awful and I won’t even get started on the smell. Honestly, I don’t understand how you mortals can stand it.

Also we do have the ability to change our forms, although it is slightly limited. A vampire can only change into a creature of relative size, something with a bone structure similar to that of a human’s when altered. So forget about bats, snakes and any other small horror icon. Large breeds of dog and wolves however are quite easily done and I’ve even been known to do a few larger members of the feline family. I’m afraid turning into another human requires a lot of practice and only the oldest of my kind can do it on a whim. The same goes for turning into mist. It took seven hundred years before I was able to master the technique but I must admit; it was well worth it.

Vampires also posse a slight telepathic ability, not powerful enough to control the minds of both humans and animals like in the movies but we can read and alter them slightly. This gives a Vampire the the famous ‘Vampire Charm’ that is so often portrayed in the 70s Dracula films although it does take a bit of practice otherwise it looks as if you are staring; which is rather rude if you ask me.

Well, now that I’ve shattered your beliefs, maybe I should tell you about Vampire society. Yes, the blood sucking creatures that hunt you at night do have a form of culture and order. And there are actually three kinds of Vampire.

First, there are the so called Pure Bloods. These are Vampires who were born with the gene, it being passed down from their vampire parents and family members and they considered themselves the ruling class because of it.

Second are the Vampires that the Pure Bloods like to call Bad Bloods. These are men and woman who were once human and then were turned. However, it is rare for them to survive as either they don’t make it through the very temperamental process of turning or simply the vampire who bit them would kill them just after feeding.

And finally there are the bonded Vampires. These are Vampires who have bonded together, a sort of Vampire marriage if you will except this can’t be broken as the vampires literally bind their souls together. That I’m afraid is all I can tell you about them, for over a thousand years I’ve walked this earth and in all that time I’ve never met a vampire who had taken a mate and bonded. This isn’t because it’s old fashioned or unfashionable you understand; but simply because the vampire race has forever tilted on the brink of extinction.

There are probably just over a few thousand Vampires walking the earth at any given time and that is forever changing with the human population, every major city in the world only has enough resources to support a handful of vampires. It’s not just the nature of our food that is a problem, most vampires have a slight tendency to attack first and converse later in regards to their own kind. But like I said earlier, vampires don’t die easy so what’s the outcome? After a challenge, the winner would seal the loser away in a prison that they could never escape from. And there, cut off from any precious sources of blood; the vampire would be driven insane within weeks.

In case you’re wondering, I’m a bad blood and was once human, but that was a long time ago.

I have often wondered how I got here, walking disserted streets in the dead of night. Up until the age of twenty I had been a orphan who dreamed of becoming a doctor. Life had been anything but fair to me back then; my family had died from a plague when I was just a young boy. I can still remember that morning, even after all these centuries I can still picture it as if it had happened yesterday. 
The night sky was being ravaged by a vicious storm; lightning bolts stabbed the darkness with unimaginable fury while thunder bellowed like the deepest drum. The noise had awoken me and fearing the monsters that lived in the darkness, I had run to my parent’s bed. By morning, the storm had passed and I found myself up at the crack of dawn, ready to begin the work in the fields. Neither mother nor father awoke however and I sat on their bed, shaking my father’s unmoving body and pleading with him to wake up; never understanding why he didn’t. He had always answered, always ruffled my hair as he said morning before we would go to fields; he never ignored me. But that morning, all he did was lie there as I shook him.

It was over a week before help came, the Village people had all been killed by a mysterious plague and I was the only survivor. With no other close kin in the county to take me in, I’d been taken straight to the workhouse orphanage. In the hustle and bustle of London; no one cared about the orphaned son of a farmer and his wife; I was alone.

For years I watched as wannabe parents looked beyond me to rich brats, the children of wealthy old families who had nice little inheritances waiting; while I was made to work night and day. It was torture and I realised if I wanted to escape this life, I would have to do it on my own.

It wasn’t by running, many children ran from the workhouse and they were always brought back, some alive, others not so fortunate. No, it was by doing something which my parents had always dreamed of; learning.

I was fortunate my mother had taught me to read and write and by saving the few coins the workhouse paid, I bought books and spent my every spare moment studying. By the time I had entered my mid-teens, I had managed to secure a working scholar ship. And finally, at the age of twenty I graduated top of my class; I was a doctor and to celebrate my success, some of my friends took me out to a new tavern that had opened for a celebratory night of debauchery. That was where I meet her. With all the time I had spent trying to prove I was better than something that had been scrapped from the gutter; I had never had time for women so dealing with the fairer sex hadn’t been my strong point. So try and imagine my surprise when this goddess with long locks of sun kissed hair and eyes as deep and blue as the Aegean Sea comes up to me.

For the next few hours, I doubted my eyes ever strayed from her milky skin and I could honestly say I had never met a woman quite like her.

Having been as drunk as a sailor on shore leave, I’m not sure how the night went on but I do remember her taking me to her private room and watching as she straddled me, plunged my member inside her and then riding me like I were a prized stallion. Her inner walls were so tight around my shaft it was like she was the gateway to heaven and I thought I might have come right then and there. Then at the peak of ecstasy, she bite me with fangs that were as long as daggers. The sting of penetration surprised me but then it turned into a rare breed of pleasure as she began to drink. As I exploded inside her, I remember falling unconscious, my body drained dry by her unquenchable thirst. I suppose she got just a little too careless, it’s known to happen if a vampire hasn’t fed regularly.

I slept there for days, not waking until the third day’s sun began to set, too find that the beautiful blond had gone. It was once customary for the sire of a vampire to stay by the side of their fledgling; committing themselves to teach them the skills and tricks of one born into darkness. But it seemed Juuhaci-gou wasn’t the committing type and had left me to die.

It has been over a millennia since that night and as the world changes, I remain the same; a never changing constant in the pages of history. I’d like to say that I kept my job as a doctor, but after you’ve worked with the same people for over 40 years, they tend to notice you haven’t aged a day. And with medicine always altering, I had a hard time adapting to the new methods so I began looking for a more consistent form of employment. Teaching had been perfect.

And that is the story of my life; I went to university and studied for a teaching degree before taking the first position I found, staying there for a few years before transferring to another. Now I move from one city to the next, careful not to remain in one place to long for fear of being discovered or over vampires being drawn to me.

Now I know what you’re thinking, a vampire as a teacher! I wonder how many of his students leave without fang marks in their necks. Well sorry to disappoint you but I’m a vampire with scruples. I never drink from my students, or at least not while I’m their teacher anyway. I’m around twelve hundred years old and there are only so many women in one place so I suppose I may have drunk from a few of them.

Yea that’s how I feed, once every few days I go to a bar and pick up a willing woman. I fuck her, using her body for my own pleasure before I drink my fill, being careful not to drain her dry as I do. Please, don’t think too badly of me, it was how I was brought into this world and it’s the only way I know how to feed safely.

I would like to say that I feed upon the homeless, people who won’t be missed if something went wrong but I’m not much of a liar. I did try once and there are some vampires who say that is the only stock they’ll touch, but they are liars. To a vampire, the homeless are off or spoiled food. Their blood is riddled with toxins and illnesses; if a vampire feeds off them for too long he’ll get a nasty case of food poisoning. Believe me, I found out the hard way.

It is actually food that that brought me to where I am now. I heard some of the girls in my class talking about some sort of party being held tonight. It may sound weird, depending upon students’ gossip but you’d be amazed at what kids pick up these days. Not only are they a good source to find out about new places for me to dine, but they also inform me about the presence of any new vampires.

Keeping in the shadows to avoid the gaze of noise house owners, I hurry through the back alley streets to the address the girls had mentioned. Unsure of what I would find behind all these so called abandoned warehouses, I walk cautiously; searching for signs of life till I come to a rundown building. But judging from the music booming within, this warehouse was open tonight.

Finding an entrance at the back of the building, I slowly walk through a set of basement doors and down a flight of stairs until I see a small shiver of light shining from beneath a door. Knocking once, I watch as a bald man slowly pulled it open. Not giving him the chance to tell me to get lost, I flashed him a look and whipped his mind before walking past. I could of course just rely on another Vampire trick but throwing him through a wall may have attracted to much unwanted attention.

The booming music was deafening here and I struggled to hear anything definitive as I walked into a massive, roughly rectangular room. Looking up, I can see a second story catwalk which had been converted into a makeshift balcony with a set of stairs descending down and no railing to stop the clumps of pot smoking teens from jumping to their deaths.

Amidst the gaggle of dancing patrons, I could see a mass of dusty warehouse boxes and old plywood lengths that had been fitted together to serve as a bar. Rusty tables and chairs were scattered around it, the type of stuff you might find in cheap yard sales and wonder if you would need tetanus shot before touching them.

Looking around, I can see a few middle age players trying to mingle with the young community but they are few amongst the tide of young people. In an unfurnished expanse of space, groups of people were doing some sort of dance around a preforming DJ whose excuse for music sounded like something he must have recoded off an ill-tuned radio. Inhaling deeply, the stench of drugs, cheap booze and even cheaper perfume flooded my stomach and made me want to retch. Resisting the urge to throw up, I begin to hunt; filtering through the various scents until I find something quite unexpected.

Beneath the stench of burnt heroin and spilt alcohol there is something odd; something out of place. Intrigued, I start to weave in and out of the crowd, following the scent until it led to a table detached from the rest in a darkened corner. However when I saw the person sitting at it, I began to doubt even my own eyes; there was no way someone like this would be in a shithole like this. Deciding to double check I circled round the table, being careful to blend into the crowd as I did.

Yes, the girl at the table defiantly had that scent but what the hell was she doing in a place like this? She was in her late teens, 18 or possibly 19 years old and had long cinnamon brown hair that loosely framed her face before falling to the small of her back. She was beautiful with features that appeared as soft of as a rabbits pelt and eyes that were as brilliant as saphires. But that wasn’t what attracted me. Even under all the filth that polluted the air in this place, I could tell her sent. She was as pure as snow.

In my line of work, I’m always around members of the female gender but even after all these centuries I have rally ever come across one I would call pure. But with her there was not a trace of corruption; I doubt she has ever known the passion of a man’s embrace.

Well, this hunt just got interesting. I had never targeted someone who was truly innocent before and I hadn’t planned on it tonight, this was going to require a little more subtlety.

Resisting the urge to go over to her, I walked to the bar and bought a vodka martini; being careful not to let anyone see as I reach into my coat and with draw a small canteen before pouring a little vampire sweetener into the drink. Scanning the crowd, I quickly found my target. With her wearing that dress she stuck out like a sore thumb in this place; but damn she sure did look good.

The fabric hugged every curve of her body like a second skin, leaving her arms bare; it draped tightly around her hips but went lose down to her knees. It was sexy enough to ensure that any date she had wouldn’t leave her side.

Taking a sip of my drink and savouring the slight coppery taste of the added blood before deciding it was time to act.

“Mind if I join you?” She jumps slightly as I speak, surprising her as I walk up to her table.

Looking round, her gaze slowly slides up me, taking in my measurements. When her eyes meet mine, I expected to see a scared look but instead I could see a curious gleam in her blue depths.

“Um, I suppose so.” her voice trembling slightly as she watched me before turning away quickly as I pull out a chair and sit down.

For moments we sat apart, an uneasy silence surrounding us despite the blaring background. In the dim light, I can see the rapid movement of her eyes as she searches for something. How interesting…

“What’s your name?” I asked innocently before taking another sip of my drink, yet never taking my eyes off her for an instant.

Turning back to me, she quickly answered “Kate, Kate Frost” before turning back to the crowd. Obviously, she was not in the mood for a conversation. I’ll have to do something about that.

“I’m Richard” I said, smiling pleasantly while holding out a hand for her to shake. She didn’t reciprocate and I withdrew the invitation before asking in an almost offhand fashion “So who are you waiting for?”

That did it.

She suddenly turned to look at me, an accusing look in her eye as she asked in a surprised tone. “How do you know I’m waiting for someone?”

Hiding the victorious smirk that threatened to spill across my lips, I replied “well with the way your eyes keep glancing around the room, I figured you had to be looking for someone.”

A relieved smile spread across her lips and she relaxed back into her seat. “You’re very observant.”

“I have my talents.” I say, smiling as she giggles lightly. I must be making an impression. “So, who are you waiting for?”

“Just a friend,” Kate said before taking a sip of her drink as she leant back in her seat. “She has been badgering me all week to come to this party and barley ten minutes after we get through the door she disappears. Typical…” I know better than to respond, you don’t need be a vampire to know when someone doesn’t want either sympathy or pity. “So what about you then Mr Richard?”

“Please, Just call me Richard, I can’t stand being called Mr; it makes me sound old.” Pausing for a second as she giggles before saying “And I’m a teacher, I heard a few students talking about this place so as I had nothing better to do; I decided to come by and se what all the fuss was about.”

I’d like to say I could of developed this conversation a little more but before I even had the chance to start a more interesting conversation; The words ‘Hey Kate, oh who’s your friend,’ interrupted us and we both look around at the same time to see the smiling face of a blond girl leaning on our table; her eyes are not so slyly giving me the once over.

“Oh um hi Erasa,” Kate said, looking away from us as an embarrassed blush stained her cheeks.
 “Kate, why have you not introduced me to your very handsome friennddd?” It wasn’t just the slur that told me she was drunk, her breath stank of at least three different kinds of drink.

Within five minutes, the blond had pulled up a seat between us and started talking rather hastily while curling a finger around my hair. Trying to ignore the girl’s breath, I looked across to Kate who was trying hard not to show her embarrassment. Unfortunately there is only so much one person can take before it gets too much.

“Well I’ll… I’ll be on my way home,” grabbing her coat, she got up and quickly said “It was nice meeting you Mr Richard.” Then before I could stop her, she was gone.


Kate felt like crying as she all but ran out the warehouse, tears of embarrassment already burning her skin as they came into contact with the whipping night air. How could Erasa do that to her? All week she had been trying to get her to come here so she could meet a guy and then when she meets one; the bitch had to spoil it.

At the thought of Richard, Kate couldn’t help but smile; he could have been quite a catch. There was just something very different about him, if only she could put her finger on what it was. And not to mention he was probably the hottest guy she had ever laid eyes on, that silk black shirt accentuated his rippling muscles while those tight jeans left nothing to the imagination…

‘Oh Kami what am I thinking, don’t tell me I’m falling for a guy I hardly even know?’ Her heels clicked with each of her footfalls as she walked down the darkened streets. However before she even made it half way back to hers and Erasa’s flat, her ears pricked up suddenly as she heard the sound of heavy footsteps behind her— several, much larger footfalls. Swallowing as her stomach began to do summersaults; she slowly turned around to find herself surrounded by a gang of men.

“Hey there babe, A hot little dish like you is pretty stupid to be walking around this part of the neighbourhood alone.” One of them said a big thuggish brute with no neck or hair that she figured was the leader.

“By the way she’s dressin’, you just now known she’s a ho Max.” The one who spoke was at least a foot taller than his fellows and If she hadn’t been paralysed by fear, Kate would have been insulted by the comment.

“But we don’ pay for it bitch, ya hear me you fucking ho.” The shortest of the group had quite a deep voice and his eyes narrowed as he began to lick his lips in anticipation.

In a blink, Kate found herself pressed up against a wall with of the men’s arms pressing against her neck while the others began hungrily pawing at her dress, becoming more animal than man as they tried to rip the fabric from her.

Gasping for breath, she tried to push against the arm before her arms were suddenly yanked behind her head and pinned to the wall.

“Hold still, you little bitch.” Max hissed, rapping a rough material around her wrists before pulling Kate’s arms a little harder so that she could feel that he meant it. “The more you squirm, the worse it will be for you.”

The coarse fabric chafed her wrists but Kate continued to struggle but she could barely move before the bonds snapped tight. It was useless.

Suddenly a very deep growling filled the alleyway.

Looking up, Kate could see a very large dog coming towards them. Even in the penetrating darkness, she could see the canine looking directly at her before turning its mammoth sized head towards the men. It was a very large cross breed, something between a German Shepard and a Husky, probably more wolf than dog. Dipping its muzzle, the dog growled a low warning that reverberated through the alley like a drum beat.

“What’s that?” The shorter man asked, fear evident in his voice as he sized up the canine.

“It’s just a mutt” Max stated, looking over his shoulder and surveying the dog before turning back to Kate. “You’re not saying you’d pass up the chance to fuck this fine piece of meat because of a fucking dog.”

Kate’s eyes never left the dog’s, there was something familiar about its black orbs that seemed so familiar.

Curling back its lips and snarling, the crossbreed gave them a last warning; this time even Max jumped. The shorter man gave up acting brave and turned round before legging it down the alley way; tripping and stumbling through the trash as he went.

“All right, that thing is starting to piss me off,” Muttered Max before turning to the remaining men behind him. “Del! Jake! Take care of it.”

Both men looked at each other and nodded before turning to the dog and Kate could see a flash of silver as they pulled long knives from the depths of their coats. The girl had to look away; she couldn’t watch the poor animal being butchered.

She could hear the dog growling and the men’s footsteps echoing before it all went silent. For seconds there was only the eerie silence, no howls or moans of agony from the dog as it was murdered, no grunts and grows from the men as they got off on killing the animal; just silence that cut her deeper than any knife.

Then there were two thuds as bodies hit the ground. Wait a minute, two?

Opening her eyes, Kate could only stair with wide eyed amazement as she saw both the men’s bodies lying on the ground, a steadily filling pool of blood surrounding them. Instead of the dog, a man now stood in the alley; droplets of blood rolling down the blade of the knife in his hand as his pitiless eyes fixed Max with a murderous gaze that would make even the bravest quake in his boots.

“What the fuck?” Max whispered, his voice trembling with terror as he moved away from Kate. With shaky fingers he reached behind him and pulled a very large gun from the waist of his low hanging trousers. Pointing it at Richard, the thug shouted “Die bastard!” before pulling the weapon’s trigger.

Kate watched in horror as bullets exploded into her savour’s chest, blowing bloody chunks of flesh from his chest, yet he just stood there; his gaze never wavering. Smoke rose from the barrel as Max unloaded round after round, his eyes widening as one shell proved as ineffective as the last.

In the blink of an eye, Richard was standing over Max and the would be rapist gaped like a fish as he saw the bullet wounds in the vampire’s chest healing; the lead dust of the bullets falling to the floor in great piles. Looking up, Max could see a blazing fury burning inside the onyx black irises and for the first time in his life; he was afraid.

Knocking the gun out of the smaller man’s hand, Richard watched in amusement as the thug pulled out a knife and made no movement to stop him as Max plunged the blade into his chest. Red death bubbled past the dagger’s hilt but he just grabbed Max by the jacket and hoisted the man up to his eye level, enjoying the fear that shined in his cold grey eyes as he stuttered “Wh..What are you?”

Leaning down, the vampire whispered “I’m complicated.” before plunging his fangs into the man’s neck and drinking from the screaming man. When his first was stated, he withdrew the blade from his chest and thrust its blood painted steel into the rapist’s heart before letting the corpse fall to the ground. Dropping the stolen knife he’s taken from one the other two thugs, , Richard wiped any lingering trace of his meal from his lips before turning back to Kate.

A quick check revealed that she had gone into shock, her blank eyes staring up at him as he wrapped an arm around her waist before cutting her bonds. Free from the restraints, her limp body fell into his waiting arms and he placed her gently on the stone floor before checking her for injuries; however he was so immersed in his work that he never noticed the movement to his right.

Glimpsing the flash of metal in the moon light, Richard spun around but he was too late to stop the shorter member of the group from slashing the blade of his knife across his neck.  Stumbling back, he clasped a hand across the gaping wound, chilled vampire blood running between his fingers as he looked up and watched the coward drop his knife before starting to run back the way he came.

Growling in fury, he lunged forward and grabbed the blade before throwing it into the man’s back; his heightened vision allowing him to enjoy the sight of the spinning blade slicing through the man’s back and into his lungs. The bastard wasn’t dead but by the time the local police found his and his friends rotting corpses; scavengers will have eaten all that could have identified this as anything other than a drunken brawl that got out of hand.

Ignoring the complaints from his wounds, Richard slowly scooped Kate back in his arms before both their bodies suddenly turned to mist.


Richard was kneeling beside the couch, watching over the girl he had met. She was still in shook but now she mumbled half formed words that made little sense even to him. Reaching up with his index finger, he slowly traced along fading scar that cut viciously across his neck. The bullet holes in his chest along with the various other lacerations had already vanished; the tattered remnants of his shirt were now the only evidence of his injuries.

“What is it about you that would make me do that?” He whispered quietly, more to himself then to the sleeping girl. Vampires weren’t known for their generosity and for Richard, killing four men; even scum like them, was quite a feat.

Resting his hand against her cheek, he slowly began affectionately stroking the soft curve of her jaw. She was so warm, so soft, she reminded him of a new-born kitten. Suddenly Richard felt an overwhelming urge to kiss the girl and though his mind told him it was wrong, he found himself leaning forward, her sweet sent flooding his senses as their lips came together…

It was like she was awakening form a most horrible dream and slowly, Kate felt herself being pulled out of the darkness, her ears pricking up at the soft sound of breathing and a slight tickling on her lips. Then, it all stopped and a light pressure pressed against her lips, causing her sleepy mind to snap to attention. Surprised by her rapid recovery, Richard was thrown back onto his haunches as she jolted upright. Her hair was a little wild but her eyes were wilder, practically bulging out of their sockets as her mind reeled with the night’s events.

Setting her terrified eyes on Richard, she almost fell off the back of the couch in her rush to get away. “Where…where am I?”
Richard just smiled, his lips pulling up into a smile as his eyes twinkled merrily with amusement. Clearing his throat and seating himself in the sofa across from her, he said. “It’s okay; this is my home, I brought you here to recover.”
Kate looked at him sceptically; her sapphire eyes darting around her surroundings, searching for a means of escape. However the room was sealed tight with only two doors allowing admittance and unfortunately, both of them were on the opposite side of the room with a vampire standing between her and them.
“So,” Richard began, making the first move at conversation “I guess you have some questions about what happened in that alleyway tonight.”
For minutes there was only silence as Kate looked at Richard suspiciously, watching in case he decided to get a bit peckish before she asked “What are you?”

“Well might as well get the obvious stuff out of the way…” Richard said chuckling lightly, “I’m a vampire.”

Kate just stared at him unbelievingly as her mind tried to process this information. If she hadn’t of seen him kill those guys like they were nothing, she wouldn’t of believed him and suggested he seek some professional help. After all, a Vampire! Who did this guy think he was kidding. He looked as much like an undead bloodsucker as she did a six thousand year old mummy. There was no way he could be a vampire.

It wasn’t just his appearance, although he did look less like a creepy mansion dwelling fiend than a male model; the kind of man whose tailored suits, impeccable style and dreamy good looks drove girls to an earth shattering orgasm just because he flashed them a smile. But the problem was deeper than that, a lot deeper. For one thing he had no fangs, not even oversized canines.

“How do I know you are what you say you are?” Kate finally asked “You say you are a vampire but…”

“But everyone knows vampires don’t exist.” Richard quickly interjected, his eyes never wavering. “Is it really so difficult to believe? From an early age human children are taught to fear the darkness, so perhaps there really things which go bump in the night, maybe your entire species is merely living in a state of denial?”

“Alright,” Kate said, struggling to find fault in his words when the evidence was standing right before her eyes. “Let’s pretend that I believe in vampires, how am I supposed to believe you really are what you say you are? Do you know how many weirdo’s are out there who believe they’re Vampires?”

“Yea I’ve seen them, black lipstick and nail polish with more piercings than I can count.” Richard said before slowly getting up from his chair and walking to a mini bar that had been set up in a corner of the hotel suit before pouring a drink. “Where do they get off thinking Vampires have no dress sense?” Taking a sip of the red drink, he sat back down in the chair across from her, “But if you want proof that I am what I say I am then look.” He said before craning his head back so that Kate could clearly see the faded scar.

Kate could only stare, her eyes widening as the memory of Richard’s throat being cut flashed before her eyes. Reaching out and lightly running her index finger over the near invisible blemish that had been gushing blood less than half an hour ago. However before she could ask about it, something else caught her attention; a little higher were two very pale marks.

“Can I see them?”

“Can you see what, Kate?” Richard asked, watching her curiously.

“Your fangs…” There was a slight falter in Kate’s voice but she stayed firm; knowing that she had to see them. Impressed by her daring, the vampire gave her a small smile before opening his jaws and so extending his fangs. He only meant to show her the deadly endowments but before he could stop her, she reached out and ran her thumb along his sharpened canine; but she pushed too hard and accidentally cut her skin on its knife like edge.

Richard could feel his eyes glaze over, turning a fiery red as a drop of her sweet blood landed on his tongue. Kate pulled back suddenly as she realized what she had done but it was too late, he had already begun panting in ecstasy and with sudden speed, he grabbed her retreating finger and pulled it back into his mouth. He could feel Kate shudder in pleasure as he lightly suckled at her cut before using his tongue to seal the wound. He let the finger slip from his mouth and then let out a sigh as he turned his head upwards to look at Kate. She stood with her eyes hooded, and lips red and trembling, as if silently begging to be kissed. Silently, Richard took her hand and pulled her towards him, leaning up to kiss her as a different kind of hunger flooded his senses.

His mouth took hers with a passion she had never known, stealing not only the air in her lungs but all sense of logic and reason from her mind. Whimpering against his mouth as his tongue began to toy with her lips, coaxing them open bit by bit. His lips were rougher and thinner than what she had expected; but when he tugged lightly at her bottom lip she decided that she could learn to like it. Hot and demanding, Kate quickly yielded to him, causing the small embers inside of her body to ignite into a wildfire as the kiss became more savage.

Pushing her lover back so that he was sitting beneath her, she sank to her knees on the seat and straddled him, their tongues battling wantonly for control of the embrace as her slender tangled in his dark locks of his hair. Feeling her small body pressed against his own, the Vampire lost all his power to resist and locked his hands tightly to her hips, pulling her enticing form tight against his body.

The battling between their tongues went on till they had to break the lip-lock to breath or more precisely so Kate could breath. Gasping wantonly, The teen looked intently into her lover’s black eyes as she bit seductively onto his lower lip before completely separating from his lips. After that passionate kiss, Richard could feel something welling up inside of him; something he hadn’t felt for more than a malenia. Was it because of Kate, could she be the reason his vampire senses were going haywire; no that was impossible. But if it was her then that would mean…

“Kate, we need to stop this,” Richard said sadly, pushing her off him as he stood up. It was the last thing he wanted but If he didn’t stop this now, then he could not guarantee her safety; something inside him wanted her and he wasn’t going to risk her life just to satisfy the beast in him.

“But Richard…” Kate cried, running into his arms as tears began to flow freely from her eyes at his rejection. “I don’t want to, why must we stop?”

“Kate, listen to me” Richard whispered softly into the girls ear, wrapping an arm around her protectively and drawing her close to him as he desperately sought the words to make her understand. “If we don’t stop now then I’m not sure what might happen.”

“I don’t care Richard!” Kate cried, looking up at him so that he could see the tears in her eyes as she said “I just want to be with you.” before she lent up and captured his lips in a soft kiss.


They fought somewhat, vying for control of each other yet at the same time working together towards the same goal, which was the twin-sized bed on the other side of Richard‘s suite.

As they reach the door, the realization that to get in, someone is going to have to take their hands off the other for some period of time suddenly hit the pair.

Though they were both frightened by the dilemma, you’d hardly notice. Richard’s hands were fixed to her hips while Kate’s hands were not quite sure where they wanted to be and instead tried to be everywhere at once, running from his hair to down his back and then up his front. Add to that the fact that their hips were grinding together in an all too familiar fashion, and their lips were fastened so tight that they’d both have bruises for days.

In their minds, the dilemma regarding the door was of the most importance and Richard ran through all the logical assumptions that one could muster when making out with the most beautiful creature on God’s earth before kicking the door with all his strength. A loud crack filled the room as the timber snapped off its hinges and flew across the room.

Kate groaned into his mouth as she nearly lost her balance as they stumbled into the room and crossed the first few steps before falling backwards and landing on the soft embrace of Richard‘s bed. Finding herself on top of the vampire, she couldn’t resist flashing him a seductive smile before swinging a leg over him and straddling his thighs  as  she whispered in a very business-like manner “Now then, Mr Richard, just lie back. This won’t hurt a bit.”
As Richard watched her movements, his hand twisted, gripping the sheets harder as he prepared for the onslaught to come. “Mmm…a little bit of pain isn’t necessarily a bad thing, Miss Frost.”

Grinning wolfishly, she leant forward. A shiver running down her spine as she noted how his eyes glittered in the low light, their onyx depths suddenly a rich deep ruby black the likes of which she’d never seen before. Feeling playful, she lightly kissed each of his eyelids in turn. “You have such beautiful eyes.” She sighed, before grinning as she noted the way he shivered when her heated breath spilled across his skin. She kissed his nose, then his cheeks, then his chin, before rubbing the soft skin of her cheek against the stubble roughened skin of his jaw, the contrast in texture making her purr with delight. Her hair brushing his bare neck and he groaned softly as it tickled him. She sighed again, hardly daring to believe this was real, that this was actually happening at last.

She dropped a kiss on his jaw before sweeping her tongue up the curve of it, lightly teasing the spot beneath his ear. Slightly salty and sweet, the taste of him spilled over her tongue and she shuddered lightly in delight. Needing more, she began to kiss and nibble his neck fervently, not even noticing as one of his hands came up and buried itself in her hair.

With a fiery passion, Kate explored Richard with her mouth. Her tongue mapping the curve of his collarbone as her talented fingers urgently worked to divest him of his shirt, her lips mapping the slope of his shoulder and the hard contours of his chest, her teeth tugging gently at his flat nipples as she went. Her hands wandered, fingers tracing the bones of his face, the rippling muscles of his arms, stroking and kneading soft skin and hard muscle. She was lost in the taste and feel of him, in the sounds of his soft panting breath and groans.

A gentle tugging at her hair suddenly brought Kate back to reality and she lifted her head obediently to meet Richard’s glazed eyes as he said. “I have lived over a thousand years, survived a hundred wars and countless confrontations, but I think your teasing may just be what finally kills me for good.” The vampire’s voice was low and strained, and she couldn’t help smiling with satisfaction as a feeling of immense pride filled her at the knowledge that she could elicit such a reaction from one so powerful.

“I promise I won’t let it kill you.” And then her seductive smile grew as she dragged her hands down his chest, letting her nails scrape over his sensitised skin. He let out a long, sharp hiss that made a shiver run down Kate’s spine as her nail drew over his dusky nipple and taken by an idea, she bent down and blew against the scratched area. The hiss deepened and turned into a low groan. She continued to blow against his nipple until his eyes fluttered shut then she dropped her mouth down and slid her tongue over the flesh. His eyes flew open and he bucked up against her. Keeping their eyes locked together when she bit down and then pulled back to blow, making Richard growl as he bucked his hips up against hers. This time both of them let out a low moan.

Pulling back from his chest, Kate worked her way down the quivering flesh of his stomach to his abdomen, stopping only to gently kiss his navel before dipping her tongue in his belly button. His hips jerked at the contact and his erection brushed the full swell of her breast as he dropped his head back against the pillow. Curious, the teen looked down and contemplated the very impressive bulge in his jeans for a moment, admiring its already remarkable girth before taking a deep breath as she finally slide further down his legs. The garment’s rough fabric brushed against her skin as she went and made her moan in the back of throat, and she was unable to resist rubbing her bosom against him, enjoying the friction against her sensitive nipples for a moment before returning her attention to the matter at hand.

“May I?” she asked jokingly as her forefinger ran lightly over his belly.

“I don’t think you actually need to ask…” he replied in a low sensual voice.

With his consent, she lightly traced her trembling finger along the outline of his cock through the fabric before suddenly drawing back in surprise as it twitched in response. Intrigued, Kate did it again, only to be distracted by Richard’s low moan and subsequent mumbling.

‘She’s going to tease me to death’

Giggling nervously, she decided to take pity on the man spread out beneath her. Moving to sit between his legs, she undid the button of his jeans and tugged the garment down his muscular legs with a quick pull. Not saying a word, the vampire lifted his hips to help Kate get them all the way off but couldn’t help moaning in relief as his straining member sprang free.

Her eyes fixed onto his erected member, it seemed she hadn’t been the only one to of enjoyed the teasing. Kate placed her hands on his thighs and started to massage them as she slowly slid up towards his swelling organ. To turned-on to look away, Richard watched her face; a look of deep concentration worn on her beautiful features as her hand moved towards him.

Her finger moved along the tip of his shaft, making Richard hiss and Kate felt his body jump towards her. Letting out a shocked gasp, she pulled her hand away before looking up at him in a mix of confusion and fascination. Tilting her head to the side, she slid her hand back up along his thigh and Richard couldn’t help the grin that passed over his face at Kate’s look of pure determination as she reached out and ran her fingers up his cock from base, buried in a light nest of dark hair to the mushroom shaped tip. She gasped in surprise at the heat it radiated, and then wrapped her fingers around him, amazed by the silken texture of the skin surrounding the rock hard monolith. Squeezing him gently before tracing the vein on the underside with her thumb, she watched in fascination as the vampire’s hips bucked and a pearly drop of moisture appeared on its apex.

Richard’s eyes were closed as he tried to relax, his heart beating faster than he could ever remember as her lithe fingers reached out and wrapped around his length and Kate heard him release a grunt of pleasure as she felt his shaft pulsed in her grasp; her thumb lightly pressing on his sensitive tip as she started to stoke him slowly from the base to glistening head; making him buck his hips into her hand as he barely held onto any form of coherent thought. Thrown into purgatory and torn between ecstasy and agony, he couldn’t help enjoying the teen’s attention to his member.

Suddenly, Richard’s eyes shot open as he felt something warm and wet wrap around the head of his cock. He bucked up in surprise and let out a small shout not really believing what he was seeing as he watched himself disappearing into Kate’s mouth before becoming lost in the sensation as she alternated between moving down to take more of his flesh in and sucking gently at his member. He fought against a need to buck up into her mouth and grasped the sheets to stop his hands from wandering down to grip her head.

“oh god, Kate… more…more” spoke Richard in a low, husky voice, making Kate smile as she gave him what he wanted by taking all of him into her mouth, slowly letting his length pass through her scarlet lips. The skin of his member was so sensitive right then that Richard’s eyes began to roll as he felt every minimal movement that her tongue would do inside her mouth and onto his shaft, her teeth scraping his skin lightly and every time she inhaled, he could sense his manhood pulsing in her damp orifice.

One of Kate’s hands reached the base of Richard’s swelling member as she kept on bending up and down on him, massaging the exposed skin of his shaft with her forefinger as her thumb applied a light pressure that made the vampire groan all the louder. Her hand travelled gently along his phallus as her mouth enclosed half of the length in its warmth. Occasionally she would lick along the phallus’s sides while her hand massaged him at the base. As her motions gradually increased in speed, the teen could practically feel his body stiffen as he vocalized his pleasure.

Suddenly, she began to think about her predicament from a more logical point of view; she was sitting between the legs of a naked vampire who was also the most gorgeous man she had ever met and was on his bed; giving him head. She was also falling madly in love with him and she knew it but she was also unsure of the vampire’s feelings towards her. All through her life, Kate had been able to read people quite accurately, but when it came to this creature, Richard; she just couldn’t.

Unable to take the teasing any longer, Richard gasped before twining his fingers in her black locks, holding onto her head by her as he and slowly began guiding her motions as she continued to pleasure him. He knew he was really close to climaxing, never had a woman been able to drive him as mad as this one was. He had almost lost all the control over his body, his hips were bucking faster and harder into her mouth every time he felt her tongue play on the small hole at the tip of his member.

Kate could feel his orgasm coming on, as much as Richard tried to suppress it she could feel his body shaking and his cock twitching. Wrapping her lips around his penis and squeezing it with her mouth, she stroked him hard with her hands.

“oh god, Kate!” her name left his lips as one last stroke brought him over the edge, his hot seed exploding from his thick manhood into her mouth and she swallowed it greedily. The Vampire was panting heavily, his body covered with sweat, and the wave of adrenaline that the incredible orgasm had brought in his blood was making him tremble slightly. At his climax, Kate put her mouth over the head of his penis and sucked in all his juices, she tried to swallow as much as she could but it came into her mouth to fast.

As her mouth began to overflow, the current of Richard‘s seed finally began to cease. Coming back down to earth, the first thing he saw was the teen above him, looking down at him with a sly smile; she looked pleased with herself.

“That was…well…let me show you.” And before Kate could react, Richard flipped their positions. Her body bounced somewhat as he pushed her further into mattress, her head sinking between the pillows. He had her where he wanted her now. Under him, here in his bed, powerless; he already knew that this Girl had etched herself into his heart and he would prove it to her by making love to her in ways he never had with anyone else or she ever could.

He pushed himself up off of her, but not enough to give her any type of manoeuvrability. He looked down at her and Kate could have sworn she saw him smirking before his lips changed shape as he came down to meet her parted lips in a searing kiss. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the connection; trying desperately not to lose herself in the sensation of his tongue sweeping across her mouth, tickling her gums and challenging her own tongue to a playful duel that left her breathless with anticipation. She fought the urge to whimper as his mouth left hers.

Kate’s mind fought her body against the desire to give in to Richard as she felt his middle index finger slipping lower and beneath her dress before delving into her delicately. The digit rubbed gingerly against her inner spot, causing her to thrash her head from side to side as stars began to flash before her eyes.

“Mmm Kate, you’re so wet.” He shifted so he could look into her eyes, dropping a gentle kiss on her lips as he whispered “So soft and wet.” His finger delved deeper, tracing the contents of her orifice, slickened with moisture, before moving up to brush the tiny bundle of nerves hidden just above. Kate arched against his him, moaning loudly as her eyes widened with rapturous pleasure, making Richard smile before he did it again. Lost in her carnal rapture, she never noticed her vampire lover suddenly pull her dress up and over her head, leaving her bear before his hungry eyes.

“Richard…” Her voice was filled with awe, wonder and passion and Richard was sure he had never seen anything more beautiful all of his undead life.

He pushed his finger in deep, before pulling it out again and repeating the motion over and over again until he heard the teen’s breath begin to catch in her throat. Then he added another finger and watched her intently as she lost herself in the sensation of him stroking the most intimate part of her being.

“Oh, God, Richard…that feels…it’s….ohhhh” A primitive sense of animal pride filled the vampire as he feasted on the sight of her. He’d done this to her, he’d taken this sweet, innocent, beautiful Girl and, simply by touching her, reduced her to a bunch of mumbling scattered words and nonsense syllables. Something rose deep inside him that demanded more, demanded that he make her completely lose the fluency and self-control she wore like clothes. Slowly, circling her clit with his thumb and making her legs instinctively open wider; Richard positioned himself at her entrance.

Kate moaned loudly as the pleasure built, higher and higher within her. It was too much, but still not enough. She wanted, she needed more; she couldn’t think clearly, couldn’t hold a single thought in her head and all she knew was the pleasure and that Richard’s lustful eyes were watching her. She felt the flood of sensations approach critical mass, knew she couldn’t take much more of this wonderful, torturous pleasure and her body felt like white fire was running through her veins.

Their lips met once more and his member that had been painfully engorged sheathed itself inside of her tightness but in the wash of her orgasm, Kate never felt any pain her barrier was broken, only pleasure as he began to rock against her steadily. No longer able to stand it, Kate wrapped her legs and arms around his body wondering if he had noticed that she was no longer restrained by his limbs. His dick had penetrated so deep that he was all the way against her cervix. What little pain there was quickly faded and a feeling of intense pleasure soon took it’s place as she tightened her hold around him with her legs, savouring the closeness of their bodies pressed together.

“Ohhhhhh Kate!” he moaned, gasping in pleasure as he tried to fend off the desire to cum right then and there. She was just so tight around him. “God…I love the way your pussy clings to me…”

She closed her eyes, going silent as she felt him withdrew almost completely and a feeling of emptiness consume her before opening her eyes again and moaning as he sank back into her, so deep, stretching her out beautifully…”Oh, Richard,” she moaned, whimpering as she felt his rough fingers roll over her throbbing clit. “I love having you inside me…inside my…my pussy,” she whispered, blushing as she added, “Fill my pussy more, push it into me more, please…I want you to make love to me so much…don’t stop, don’t ever stop…” Leaning up, she kissed him deeply, lapping at his lips with her tongue as she became bolder.

Bearing his fangs in a lustful grin as the words passed her beautiful lips, it was so cute to hear the words that had flown from countless sluts coming from one so innocent, and he wanted to hear so much more. “Tell me to fuck you Kate… and I will.” Richard murmured softly into her ear, sinking more of his member within her depths, yet still only having about half of his length inside her at the moment. “Kate…. god you feel so good…” He groaned out through clenched teeth while withdrawing his member almost all the way out of her again. “Tell me to fuck you….”

“F-F-Fuck me,” she whispered desperately, her blush deepening even more as she spoke, the unfamiliar words not coming easily to her lips as she rolled her hips experimentally against his, trying to coax him forward. “Please…fuck me Richard…you’re so big and hard inside me. I need you so much…” She clawed at his back wantonly, her nails scraping across his muscular hindquarters as she gazed up into his eyes and she whispered, “I want you to love me more…” She suddenly screamed out his name at the feeling of him filling her, all conscious thought melting away into a white hot sea of pleasure.

“Oh my God…Richard! Oh it feels good…It feels so good!” she cried, kissing the vampire again as he abruptly slowed his pace but each thrust gave her that intense wave of pleasure that would compensate for his slackened speed. It was obvious that he realized exactly which spots made her tick and was enjoying taking advantage of it.

Richard groaned at the sensations from her tight confines, his every sense overloading as her irresistible scent filled his head and made his mouth water. He had never held out this long before feeding during a fuck and his thirst was growing by the second. His hunger for the teen was strong and the desire to taste Kate’s blood was becoming undeniable, yet he fought his very nature to strike at the girl. Richard had heard of vampires that could control such desires during mating though he had no doubt that they had drunk their fill before the actual copulation. And he was starving, having lost all the blood he‘d drunk earlier that night in the process of healing his wounds and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

Kate pushed against him, rolling them over so that her body straddled his. Placing her hands securely on the mattress, she started to ride the man; moving up and down the rigid cock without a shred of modesty. Growing more comfortable on top of Richard, her strides quickly became longer and harder; causing her to bounce higher on his groin and her breasts to jiggle with every movement. Soon her motions involved her whole body and as she bounced up and down; no part of her body remained stationary.

“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!” Kate moaned as she crashed down on Richard’s cock; causing it to penetrate a bit deeper. Her strides were now an upwards glide than a crashing down slam. The gentleness was gone and a sex crazed beast inside the teen had immerged, her strides becoming more rapid and so violent that Richard could no longer resist and thrust his hip up to meet her decent.

“UH-UH-UH-OH…RICHARD! OH FUCK! YES MORE… MY LOVE! FUCK ME MORE!” she screamed, working her body along his length with increasing vigour. Her hands slid up her body to fondle her own soft mounds, sending bolts of pleasure along her spine and causing her head to roll back due to the feeling of pure ecstasy she was experiencing down between her thighs. His thick member was hitting her pleasure spot over and over again making her moan louder each time as she neared her climax.

Leaning up, Richard moved his hands to her back and ran his fingers along her spine while trailing fiery kisses along her collarbone. He could smell fresh, young blood rushing through her veins and it only served to drive the vampire on “Faster.” He said and the command was met with Kate’s body sliding at a rapid pace against his own. She let out long, loud moans as every time he was fully encased within her. He nibbled on her jaw line following its curve to the other side of her neck and suddenly biting down, causing her to gasp.

“Yes-yes-yes-oh Richard!!” Kate cried, riding his cock with increased fervour, “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum soon! Oh God I feel it!”

“Uh-uh-uh-oh, Kate! I’m cumming soon! I’m cumming! Oh God you’re so beautiful!” he panted. But he was unprepared for what happened next.

The teen’s movements suddenly stopped and she took his hands off her body before trapping him beneath her. Their eyes were level and Richard could see a desperate look in her sapphire orbs as she begged. “Please… Please change me. Make me one of you…so that you can love me forever!”

In his current state, the words that had just passed through her lips were a godsend. When he had clasped eyes on her, Richard had vowed to not feed from her without her consent and that was the only thing that had stopped the vampire from feeding. And yet her she was not only asking him to bite her, but also to turn her. In his rational mind, Richard would have never agreed and would have tried to talk her out of it but right then; all the predator could see was blood. But there was something else he wanted as well.

Leaning up, he whispered softly into her ear “Everything I am is yours. And all you are is mine. Blood of my Blood, flesh of my flesh; together forever…” his fangs were plunged deep into her throat at the same time as he plunged himself back into her depths. Orgasmic screams filled the room as Richard drank from Kate, savouring every drop of her sweet nectar as he drained her to the point where she had not a single drop of blood left within. Feeling her go limp in his arms, Richard felt a sudden stinging sensation stab at his throat as he cut his veins with a sharpened talon before leaning over and spilling his precious blood into the girl’s waiting mouth; completing the bonding.

At the feeling of her tight walls convulsing around him, Richard realised himself within her depths and they fell back on the bed together. Breathing hard as his heart raced, the vampire looked down to the creature lying in his arms. To a human, the deathly paleness of Kate’s skin and her no longer beating heart would be a sure sign of death; but Richard knew better. Pulling the comforter over their bodies, Richard slowly curled up to his new mate before falling into a deep slumber.


Over six centuries later and I and my love are still together; both as young and beautiful as the day were turned. It had taken several days before the transformation was complete and Kate became a Vampire but even as I told her what I had done; she never complained. She just insisted that she was happy to have someone who she loved and who loved her in return. She would then kiss me and drag me to bed. And here I thought I was the insatiable one.

When I was a boy I believed that the world had been against me, when I had been bitten I thought that I must have offended god for he seemed so determined to punish me; now I don’t really give a damn. All I care about is Kate and no matter what happens to the world around us; we shall forever be together.

The End

AN: This is a slightly altered version of my DBZ fan fiction ‘Thirst’, to make it an original work. I had considered rewriting this without the first person but then I decided against it as this would forever remind me why I don’t do First Person stories, I just suck at it to be blunt.

I hope this version goes down better than the original so…
Please Review!

Madness of the stage

Alice: Madness of the stage
Disclaimer: I do not own Alice Madness Returns; I am making no profit from this work of fiction.
When compared to some of Wonderland’s more fantastical impossibilities, Alice considered Dreary Lane Theatre to be somewhat conventional. It may have been a massive playhouse beneath the murky waters of the Deluded Depths, but with its lavish décor of silk curtains, thick columned boundaries and multi-level boxes fashioned with arched viewing decks; it could have easily passed for any of the Theatre Royals back in London. That was if it had had a ceiling of course.
Walking down the aisle between the rows of arena seats, Alice approached the immense theatre stage like a blushing bride on her wedding day. She could already see the Walrus, a leviathan sea creature bedecked in the colourful garb of a jester or clown, sleeping peaceful atop the water logged timbers.   It was a humorous sight to behold and yet in some strange way, it reminded her of when she was young, before her family died when she and her sister would sit in the nursery, giggling and whispering amongst themselves as  they watched there nanny sleeping in the rocking chair. But that had been long ago, now her family was dead and Nan Sharpe was facing the prospect of becoming a common whore to pay off her debts. And it was all because of her…
 “Ah…Alice; it is wonderful to see you again my dear!” Announced a joyous voice, causing Alice to look up in surprise as an abnormally tall man with shockingly bright tufts of red hair and dressed in a dirty apron and torn overalls that didn’t cover the mangled peg leg that was in place of his left foot immerged out from behind the stage curtain. In his right hand was an immense hammer and he swung it from right to left as if he were a conductor and it his baton; leaving no doubt in her mind that this was Carpenter. 
“Really, I don’t even know…” She stammered, surprised by his familiarity. Although she’d heard much about the infamous pair of fish devours since entering the Deluded Depths, this was the first time she’d met the Carpenter and yet he spoke to her as If they were old friends. However he seemed unbothered by her concerns and waved aside her objections before continuing just as jauntily as before.
“Your arrival is filled with fortunitality itself. My pregnant show is about to pop, and requires only a modicum moment of your time to play a momentous part.”
“Well I don’t have much experience,” Alice mumbled, embarrassed by his proposal and at having to admit her own failing to a stranger. There were more pressing matters they needed to discuss however, “but I do need to reconstruct my…”
“We can barter of course, I wager that a screwdriver or perhaps a nice hammer…” Carpenter suggested half-heartedly before jumping down from the stage to stand over her, twirling his oversized hammer around him as he did just to emphasize hiss point. Only Alice wouldn’t hear of it.
“There is a train that is corrupting wonderland and I’m looking for help to restrain or destroy it” That got Carpenter’s attention.
“Most vexitashious no doubt and we will approach the subject of that monstrosity directly, as to say eventually.” That last part the giant of a man murmured under his breath, as though he hoped the orphan wouldn’t hear his muttering as he began to pace the length of the stage in urgent contemplation. “But let us first mediate on the more important matter of the show. Due to some misconceptions about the brilliantly composed script; our stars, the tasteful and ever so tasty Oyster sisters, have failed to present themselves for our dress-rehearsal.”
“And you’d like me to collect them I suppose?” Alice snapped, growing angry with the Carpenter and his constant attempts to direct their conversation back to the matter of his stupid undersea performance. Didn’t he understand that if they couldn’t work together, there would be nothing to stop that infernal train from destroying wonderland and his precious Dreary Lane Theatre along with it?
“Why no dear Alice, I would never desire something so provincial of you.” Carpenter promised before ceasing his pacing and letting the hammer roll back to rest beside his temple as he lent back and cried out in woe. “You see while I trust the delectable sisters to preform splendidly, but alas without a dress-rehearsal I fear I cannot gauge whether the mood of our audience shall be in keeping with my show.” Then with a magnificent flourish, he turned on Alice and pointed his hammer at her almost accusingly. “And so Alice, I cordially invite you to star as my leading lady and preform an abstract piece of the shows wondrously enchanting burlesque dance.”
For the longest time, Alice was stunned. Not quite sure if she should believe what he was proposing, she looked up at him with disbelieving eyes and anxiously waited for the punch-line; when it didn’t come she balled her fists at her sides and began to shake with furry until finally she couldn’t contain herself. “Are you insane Mr Carpenter? You wish me to dress and preform like a common harlot whiles the fate of wonderland is hanging in the balance. Would you have me prance like a pony too, or perhaps you’d disgrace me completely and take me to bed on your stage before the eyes of your precious audience.” She was so angry, the fires of her outrage were making the waters around her bubble and it was only when he appeared to raise his hands in defence that she began to settle down.
“Calm yourself dearest Alice, I have no intention of making a spectacle of you.” Carpenter insisted, his numerous piercings jingling a tuneless melody as he waved his hands in protest. “This shall merely be a dress-rehearsal and I your only audience. I beg only a dance from you and then I shall tell you all that you wish to know about that nuisance train.”
 “And if I do this, you promise to help me destroy the train?”
“I give you my word as an orator, preform this dance for me and not even the jaws of a hundred sharks will stop my hammer.” He quickly mimed swinging his giant hammer into an invisible train before bowing before her submissively. 
Alice was far from pleased with his proposal; however she needed the Carpenter’s help if she was to put an end to the Infernal Train for good and his proposition was certainly more favourable than venturing back out into the deluded depths in search of a miracle. With a reluctant shrug, she gave him an affirming nod.
“Wonderful, if you’d like to go through there,” He said before gesturing with his hammer to a door just on the right of the stage. ”Your dressing room is the third door on the right; you’ll find your dress in there. Take as long as like to get changed while I prepare the stage for your grand debut performance.”
As if seeing herself for the first time, Alice looked at her reflection with pure disgust. Not since her plunge into insanity had she ever felt so unlike herself.
The so called dressing room had proved even more Spartan than the state of the Dreary Lane Theatre would suggest. Its walls were a drab shade of red and unadorned by anything that could be considered decorative except for the oddly formed clusters of lichen. There was nothing nonessential or lavish, only a very water damaged dressing table with a large, crudely shaped stone at its side that she guessed was meant to serve as a chair; and a faded mirror that had more than a few cracks running down its surface.
It was there she’d found her dress waiting for her, hanging from the mirror on a piece of stiffened seaweed which had long since rotted and turned black; and it was exactly as she had feared. The costume reminded her of something she’d once seen an east-end whore wearing, little more than a corset, it was black leather with red stripes that cut down its centre and the bowed bust was lined with red fauna that went all the way round to the lacings at the back and its black tulle tiered netting skirt would probably go no further than her knees. Beside it hung a pair of fishnet stockings and a matching set of fingerless gloves that would go all the way up to her elbows, on the floor below was a pair of high heeled black fish scaled shoes.
Alice had wanted to scream, to ball her fists and roar with savage fury and swear her vengeance upon the Carpenter until she was as blue in the face as the swirling waters around her. Yet she had given her word, and Alice was nothing if not true to her word. With a defeated sigh, she’d undone the lacings of her Siren’s dress and let the sea garment float down to pool around her feet. She’d tried to climb straight into the garment there and then, but it had been too tight and she’d been forced to remove both her bra and bloomers before climbing back into the suffocating corset. It hadn’t been much better, but at least she could breathe again.
It had taken all her courage to look at her reflection and now that had, Alice would have liked nothing more than to cut out her own eyes and burn the image from her memory. She looked like a common whore, there was no over way to say it. Shaking with repressed anger, she tried to admire the more positive parts of her reflected likeness; the way her long lustrous locks of rich black hair floated on the swaying tides, the pale glow of her alabaster skin, and the fierceness of her emerald eyes.  There were few who’d say she was anything but beautiful, yet no matter how hard she tried, Alice Liddell could see herself only as a whore in this garment.
“How fine you look when dressed as a whore.” A familiar voice remarked, causing Alice to jump in fight before whirling round to find the ever grinning Cheshire Cat looking up at her with those wide mocking eyes. “But I’d beware if I were you; the Carpenter is a coiled viper waiting to strike at you should you walk this path.”
“What would you have me do?” Alice asked icily, turning back to look at her reflection and trying to ignore the way corset emphasised her breasts. She had to do this; there was no other way to save her precious Wonderland.
“Only the foolish believe there is just one way to achieving their ends, to find the light you must sometimes risk the darkness of a new road.”
“You know another way to save wonderland?” Alice asked hurriedly, sounding more desperate than she’d intended as she gave in to hope and turned once again to look at the gremlin like feline; only to have her hopes dashed.
“I cannot everything, ask and it shall be given; just don’t ask me.” And then as quickly as he had come; the Cheshire Cat was gone.
“Damn that wretched Cat, why can he never give me a straight answer.” Alice grumbled while slipping her feet into the fish scale shoes. It wasn’t like she wanted to do this, time was of the essence and the Carpenter had promised her answers if she danced ad so dance she would. However as she leaving, something shiny caught her amongst the bundle of her clothes and she turned to see that it was her blood splattered butcher’s knife. The cat’s warning rang in her ears one more time and she tempted to take it with her; only she couldn’t think of anywhere to hide it and so was forced to leave it behind. 
“Ah so good to see that you are finally ready my dear!” The carpenter announced as she walked back into the theatre house to find him waiting for her. “And that dress, it makes you look positively stunning! A darling Angelfish so stunning, the very sight of you makes my heart and stomach swell.”
“Well…Thanks…I suppose.” Alice muttered as she brushed past him, unsure of exactly how she should take his compliment; if indeed it was a compliment at all. Moving amongst the stalls, she was pleased to note that the Walrus was gone; however apart from a large armchair being placed on the edge of the stage; the theatre house was exactly as she had left it. “But nothing has changed?”
“And so the stage is set, the star has arrived, now at the show can begin.” The Carpenter declared, seeming to not hear her question as he effortlessly stepped upon to the stage and deposited the hammer by the chair whilst seating himself down in the worn leather’s embrace. “Come join me Alice and embrace the power of the stage!”
At that moment there was nothing Alice would have liked more than to run for her life, yet so much depended on her that she knew she couldn’t afford to be craven.  Telling herself that she was doing this for Wonderland, Alice came forward and hoisted herself up onto the stage and came around to stand before the Carpenter.
Awaiting his instruction, her stomach felt as if it was alive with butterflies and she anxiously tried to reframe from twisting the decorative fauna as she waited, feeling more and more like a deer caught in a hunter’s sights with each passing second. However the Carpenter appeared to be in no rush and he made a lavishly exaggerated show of crossing his oversized legs before clapping his hands together. “Alright then my lovely, you begun this magnificent piece with long kick…”
And so it began, for over an hour Alice became the Carpenter’s marionette, dancing and twirling and kicking to his every word as though invisible strings were tied to her that he merely had to pull to make her sway to his tune. It was tiring work and she quickly felt her body grow hot against the chilled waters as she followed his hurried direction. There were so many commands, so many motions that every now and then she would miss a step or a kick and so the Carpenter would make her start all over again. Again and again she tried to master the awkward movements, to time the proactive kicks and arousing sways just right; and time after time she failed.
“Enough!” Carpenter finally declared, lurching up from his chair as for what seemed like the hundredth time she tripped over her own feet on fell across the stage. “This debacle is more than I can stand. I fear, Alice you have all the grace of an old donkey, so it is left up to me to guide you through the steps of this seductive melody.”
She wanted to retort, to tell him to go fuck himself like the certifiable pimp that he was. However before her exhausted brain could fathom the words, he reached beneath his apron and pulled from it a corked vial of purple liquid. Not sure what to make of this, she watched as he opened the vial and brought it up to his lips and drank it all in one go. He dropped the glass phial when the purple substance was all gone; it floated on the tides for a moment before sinking to the bottom but Alice wasn’t watching. Something incredible was happening to the Carpenter, his entire body had started to tremble and then began to shrink. It was almost as if he were a balloon deflating, first he lost a heads height and then an entire torso, it went on and on until he was half his original size and on par with her own. 
Alice looked on as if she were seeing him for the first time; her rational mind not entirely sure what to make of his astounding display. He however was as collected as he had ever been, as if this shrinking act was much an everyday act for him as brushing his teeth and without so much as a bow, he came to stand beside her, his surprisingly powerful arms wounding around her waist as he seized her arms and made her assume the correct starting position. “Now let us start again…”
As she began to dance, the Carpenter’s hands ran across her body. She told herself they were merely guiding and supporting her through the motions, showing her body which to go and how to react so she wouldn’t fall on her arse again. Yet something about this didn’t fell right, the way his fingers were touching her; it were as if they were constantly searching out every tightly wound knot in her body before deft touches made her feel utterly at ease. It was so perverse and inappropriate, yet it just felt so good.
Carpenter smirked as he felt the girl relax against him, his skilled doings apparently having the desired effect as she all but came undone in his arms. This was proving easier than he could have ever imagined so with slightly less caution than might be considered wise, he let his hand travel down the curve of her spine to crease her lower back. As they moved and swayed to a silent song, he prodded and poked out all the tightly wound pools of stress in her young body until she had completely relaxed into his embrace and was deeply lost in their impassioning rhythm. There was no resistance in her now, she had become as loose and free as a water dancer; it was time.
“Now Alice, kick…”
She obeyed him immediately, her long leg come up in a swift arc that made the waters around them tremble, and he swopped down. Curling around her as he released his grip and fell to his knees, he moved effortless to kneel between her opening thighs. Delighted to find that she had removed her undergarments, he reached around and seized her full round buttocks in his hands and pulling to his waiting mouth. With a deftness refined by years of feasting on clams, he ran the tip of his tongue along her sex, feasting on her musky flavour before taking the nub of Alice’s clit between his lips and sucking it greedily.
“Ohhh… Carpenter, what are you…no….stop it!” Alice gasped, surprised not only by this fresh violation but also by the pleasure it sent shooting through her like bolts of lightning. This couldn’t be happening; she wasn’t some immoral streetwalker that would roll into anyone’s bed. So why then did his mouth feel so wonderfully good?
Giving no sign that he’d heard or even cared for her protestations, the Carpenter began attacking Alice’s bud with a carnal fury, gnawing it hungrily between his teeth before flicking it with his silver tongue stud. Her flavour was delicious and he delighted in drinking her essence in with his tongue’s every flick, until he could feel her body shaking against him in pleasure.
“No…I can’t….oh god…why does it feel so good?” She moaned as every nerve her body began to grow hot with pleasure and she began to wonder if she would be burnt alive in the white hot fires of ecstasy. Unable to suppress her moans of pleasure, she writhed and thrashed against him as his silver stud traced patterns across her clit.
“My dear you should learn to relax. If you’ll recall this is wonderland, the embodiment of your mind where all manner of enchantments exist, but they can never touch your physical self.” He murmured, but to immersed in his teasing to remove his lips from her person. “Besides nothing may happen here that you do not wish to happen, everything you see is fashioned from memory and everything we do you desire. Perchance you didn’t notice the bed we now lay upon now my delicious angelfish.”
No sooner had he said it then did Alice realise they were no longer standing and at some point a massive bed with a thick seaweed duvet had formed underneath them. Deep down, she must have wanted this but it was so dirty and depraved and just so…so good.
Sheer pleasure overtook her and she cried out with sudden abandon as his tongue abandoned her nerve filled bud to part her slick folds and plunge into her hidden depths. “Oh Carpenter what are you doing to me? It feels so wonderful… I’ve never… I think I’m going to go crazy.”
“Why I am eating you, my delectable little Siren.” He growled while twisting and thrusting his tongue inside her and drinking deep as her body arched in response to his thick muscle writhing inside her while she wantonly rolled her pelvis against his mouth. Suddenly her fingers were in the bright red tufts of his hair, holding his head tight to her flesh as his long tongue burrowed as deep in her quivering channel as it could go.
“Oh God, your mouth is sinful…” She cried, nearing a state of total and utter delirium as she felt his silvered stud scrapping her inner walls. Something was building within her; she could feel its pressure mounting in her womb and knew bliss was almost upon her. She wanted to savour every exquisite sensation Carpenter’s tongue was stirring but her desire to discover the untold pleasures was so great that one of her hands crept up her waist to cup her breasts through the  fabric of her costume. Her nipples were already as hard as glass and were visibly poking through the dark leather as she squeezed her young tits, rolling and tweaking one of the pert buds between her thumb and forefinger. “Oh God…Yes eat me Carpenter…Eat me…eat me!”
Almost ravenous with his hunger for the young woman, Carpenter’s wicked tongue feasted on her tender flesh, swirling around her centre as he lashed her rough inner-walls, exploring her deepest depths and drinking in her divine sweetness like man parched and dying of thirst. By her squirming he could tell she was getting close, but was determined to prolong her bliss for as long as possible, making her wriggle and thrash in wild abandon. It wouldn’t be long now…
Alice thought she was going to die. It felt as if the Carpenter’s mouth was touching every part of her sex at once, she could feel his tongue probing deep inside her, his smooth stub scratching her quivering walls and even his large nose rubbing her clit. She could feel everything he was doing to her and of their own accord, her legs began to spread wider, opening herself completely to him while desperately grinding her core against his greedy mouth, making him lick her deeper. It was so good, so wonderful, she could…she could…
Like the swells of a tsunami, her first climax ripped through her without mercy in a titanic explosion of divine ecstasy. Her world vanished behind a brilliant burst of white light and she might have been screaming; only the great explosions going off in her head made it impossible to tell, but she could feel herself shaking to the ripples of pleasure coursing down her spine. Only when her release began to subside did she recover, her world creeping back to her bit by bit. First her sense of smell, than her hearing, and finally her powers of sight returned one colour at a time. She awoke to find the carpenter kneeling over her, his overalls gone and leaving him clothed only in his ridiculously sized trousers as he slowly licked his lips clean of her essence.
“Please…I want more…” She panted. “Do that to me again Carpenter…I want to feel you eating me again…”
“Perhaps later, my little Siren; now it is time for our grand performance.”
For a moment Alice wasn’t sure what he meant, but then he reached down and undid the fastenings of his trousers and pushed them down his hips to reveal and hard erection. Realisation quickly dawned upon her and for a moment Alice wanted to object, but then she remembered that sweet release and the Carpenter’s earlier words. “Fine, do as you wish to me. Just please make me feel it again.”
“Your wish is my command…”
Kicking the garment off so that he was now naked to her eyes, The Carpenter crawled between her spread thighs and positioned himself at her opening. Taking his hard cock in hand, he teasingly traced the bulbous purple head along her opening, making her moan softly before suddenly leaning down and seizing her lips in a passionate embrace. The kiss was passionate and intense, drawing them both closer together as their tongues met in a fiery dual that had Alice’s toes curling. When they parted, she moved forward to resume the kiss but he pressed forward suddenly, plunging into her all the way up to the hilt.
Alice had expected to feel the pain of his entry, to cringe and beg him to stop as his erection broke her maidenhood and made her a woman; but instead there was only the pleasure of having his wondrous cock filling her quivering channel.  A good thing too, because the Carpenter was neither slow nor gentile with her.
She’d thought she might have needed time to adjust to his size, but he was far from huge and his cock fit inside her perfectly. Delighting in their chemistry, she writhed and moaned as waves of indescribable pleasure ripped through her and she instinctively brought her legs up, allowing him deeper penetration as he withdrew before eagerly thrusting his cock back inside her tender flesh.
Keeping a tight grip on her craning hips, The Carpenter watched the final threads of Alice’s composure come undone with obvious amusement. He began moving in a furious rhythm and didn’t slack for a moment when she wrapped her milky pale legs around his slender waist. It felt wonderful being inside her; she was so hot and tight that her inner walls clung to him every time he impaled her, his lightly muscled hips hammering into hers with enough force to make her whole body rock in time to his movements.
“Oh God…it’s so good… oh yes…oh yes…oh yes…” Alice moaned before tossing her head back into the mound of pillows, her eyes going as wide as saucers as she felt him filling her to her limits. Nothing else mattered to her now, not the infernal train or the danger it posed to wonderland and her ever fragile sanity, nor even that her very life could be about to end if she didn’t get her answers soon. All she cared about was this delicious feeling of having him deep inside her as he fucked her like a common whore.
Grinning with triumph, the Carpenter held nothing back in his efforts to ravage her. Near wild with unbound passion, hedrove into her depths with a powerful rhythm that had her trembling with ecstasy as he fought against succumbing to the feeling of her core consuming him. With each thrust, he’d pull almost all the way out of her before thrusting back into her again when only the tip of his dick remained inside her; a steady but quick rhythm that made the beauty beneath him moan out wantonly at every penetration.
“Ahhhh…it feels so good…so rough…so deep…oh Yes…Carpenter…I…I don’t know how much more I can take…”
Watching her writhe in absolute pleasure and seeing the look of divine ecstasy etched across her features, he felt a great tide of satisfaction welling up inside him but for some reason his gaze kept drifting back down to her jiggling breasts. Small and supple, her bosom was straining against her black leather corset and with each of his thrusts they would roll and bounce to his tune. He wanted to see them, the very thought of her pale flesh and pert nipples made his loins burn…
One more savage thrust was all it took for her cleavage to suddenly pop free of their leather bondage.
With his mouth watering at the sight of their pear-like contours and milky skin topped by rose pink nipples, the Carpenter bowled his head and took her left breast between his clunky teeth. He sucked on her greedily, his long tongue swirling around her pert bud before catching it between his jaws and tugging gently as he enjoyed the feel of her slick sheath convulsing around his moving cock. He was perhaps being a bit too rough but Alice seemed to welcome his passions and reached out to lightly run her hands down his back, creasing the lean muscles that ran down his spine as her heels eagerly dug into his taught arse in earnest commands that left no room for argument.
She was now deep under his spell, a wench wanton and starving for his touch. Without a doubt he had done his work well, but now that the seeds of desire had been sown in her, he intended to make them flourish.
Tasting her breast one last time, he suddenly released her nipple and reached down to grasp her ankles before prying her legs from around his person. Free of her almighty grasp, he let her slowly sink back down onto the bed as he drew back until all of his glistening arousal had left her depths.
“What? No, don’t stop…” Alice hissed, looking up at him with the fiercest expression as her emerald eyes blazed dangerously from beneath her dishevelled locks of ebony hair. “I want more. My body’s so hot, I can’t stand it. Give me more of your cock.”
“Very well Alice, but first my little Siren I want to get on your hands and knees. This time I want to fuck you from behind.”
“Ok…Ok…but hurry, I want to feel you inside of me.” She didn’t wait for further instructions before rolling onto her front and raising herself up. Eager to continue, she teasingly wiggled her arse at the Carpenter as her liquid desire rolled down her milky inner thighs.
Moving into position behind her, the Dreary Lane Director could barely contain his excitement as he took hold of his hard erection and guided it beneath the ruffles of her short skirt. Guided by the heat of her burning core, he fastened a tight hold on her waist before pressing the head of his arousal against Alice’s inviting entrance and then thrusting inside as he resumed franticly fucking the pleasure drunk wench.
“Oh God…I can feel your cock slipping back inside me…it feels so good…I want more…more…” This new position, coupled with Carpenter’s renewed penetration, caused an explosion of burning passion to burst inside her. Hot, volcanic pleasure burned through her and she felt herself falling into a river of delight as her lover ruthlessly ravaged her young body. Never had she felt so complete and at peace with herself.
Savouring and rejoicing the sensation of fucking this sweet creature from behind, the Carpenter gave no quarter and the sound of his hips slapping her shapely buttocks echoing out as he took her hard and fast. With a flurry of guttural groans, he drew back and slammed into her burning channel again and again, the feel of her tight walls pulsating around his hard arousal making him act almost bestial. He could feel his release gathering, yet he couldn’t get enough of her and the sound of her wanton pleas for more only spurred him on.
“Yes…give me more…fuck me harder Carpenter…so good…I want it harder…I want…I want…” Alice could barely speak through the pleasure. She could feel something building deep inside her, similar to that feeling the Carpenter’s tongue had stirred inside her and yet different, better. He was touching a place deep inside her, deeper than any place she had ever considered possible to touch and her hands pushed desperately against the mattress as she strained to rock her hips in time to his motions for a deeper penetration. Yet it wasn’t enough, she needed more…
Almost as if he could read her thoughts, the director reached around her waist and down between her thighs to find her clitoris standing hard against her folds. He worked the bud mercilessly, trapping it between his digits and rolling it between his rough pads while continuing to slam his cock into her volcanic hollow. The mix of pleasure and pain catapulted her over the brink.
“Oh god…if you do that…oh fuck I’m going to climax…I’m going to climax!” Alice’s words died away as her entire body began to shake, the orgasm she’d felt building suddenly going supernova in an explosion of white hot fire that swallowed up her consciousness; making her throw her head back in a soundless screech of ecstasy. Already perilously close to his own peak, the feel of the girl’s walls tightening around him was enough to push the Carpenter over the point and he released a guttural moan as his quivering cock unleashed a torrent of his seed inside her.
Exhausted beyond all recognition, the beauty’s arms gave out and she collapsed onto the bed in a boneless heap. Her dark emerald eyes were glazed and unseeing. “More…I want…more…”
Removing himself from her delirious person, the Carpenter wore a self-satisfied smile as he got up from the bed and collected his overalls and hammer; however before exiting the stage he turned back to the delirious girl.
“Ah my dear, that was an exquisite performance. I wish we had time for an encore, but alas time is slipping away and the time for my show’s grand opening draws ever nearer. But a deal is a deal after all and I’d hate to leave you wanting for I was never the enemy you’ve sought. I wish only to hide this precious bit of wonderland from that beastly train. For you see we must all play our assigned roles in life, I am a guardian of the sea but what of you, are  you a pawn or a queen or a whore. Whatever you decide, I advise you consider the prospect that you have been misled. And then ask by whom…”   And as he left, a familiar skeletal feline skulked out of the shadows to sit before the bed.
“And so the curtain falls, the last act is done and another little fish has fallen to the Carpenter. Dear Alice, you have had a pleasant run but now the time has come to say farewell. Wonderland is done and this is scarcely odd because haste makes waste, and you’ve fallen into madness once more; the madness of lust.”
The End

Eternal Kiss

Disclaimer: I am not the owner of the Underworld Franchise and am in no way making profit from this piece of Fiction

AN: This story is dedicated to my Good friend Kayleigh in celebration of her 18th Birthday.

Eternal Kiss

“Who started the War?” Michael finally asked, breaking the uneasy silence that he and the Vampiress had been sharing for little over an hour as he looked from the silver plated torture instruments that rested on the tray beside him. An almost forgotten warmth begging to spread through his lower body as he couldn’t help but admire the way her tailored, black spandex bodysuit complemented and adhered to the feminine contours of her body.

“They did, or at least that’s what we’ve been lead to believe. Digging into the past is forbidden.” Selene explained while watching with an almost bored interest as the darkened back streets of Budapest were pelted with heavy sheets of rain; her mind desperately seeking any sort distraction from the captivating Lycan who was sitting just meters away.

It wasn’t that he was particularly unpleasant to observe, in fact his western frame and muscular build made him quite the reverse; and that was exactly her problem. She was a vampire, a death dealer and in all probability she will have to kill him within the next 48 hours; so what good would come from allowing herself to become infatuated?

However, against her better judgement; Selene found herself chancing a glance in the newly turned Lycan’s direction. Yet it only made her mouth run dry, fore she saw that the cotton of Michael’s tight fitting T-shirt was still damp from when he had been standing outside Ordoghaz in the pouring rain and was still clinging to his muscular torso like a second skin.

Although he was now a Lycan, Selene knew that the transformation wouldn’t have affected Michael’s physique so quickly so she could only guess his athletic build was a souvenir from his days in college; he certainly bore a deal of resemblance to what the American youth of this age would call, a ‘Jock’.

Taking in the sight of his broad shoulders and powerful arms, the Death Dealer couldn’t help what might have happened if she had met him six centuries earlier; maybe Victor would have allowed her to turn him so he could put such impressive assets to good use in the war. Maybe he could have been her partner…

Realising just what she was considering, Selene had to stop herself as thoughts such as those would lead to nothing but trouble and if any of her fellows found out she had even been considering such a thing about a Lycan; well Kraven would finally have a reason to lock her in Ordoghaz for the rest of her eternal life.

Fortunately for the Vampiress, she was saved the risk of her treacherous mind conjuring up any more ludicrous thoughts by a most unusual ally. Managing to pull her attention away from the sight of Michael and back to the window; she saw to her amazement that the sky was almost a light shade of purple.

Was it possible it could almost be morning? Had they really been sitting in this room now for almost half the night?

Failing to believe even her own eyes, Selene turned to look at the clock hanging on the interrogation chamber’s wall where she saw that it was indeed less than an hour away from sunrise.

“Five O’clock, I’d better get back to Ordoghaz before I’m missed.” She said before quickly walking across the room and to the door, doing her best as she did to not look at Michael for fear of suddenly changing her mind.

“What about me?” Michael asked while standing up from his anything but comfortable chair and doing his best to block Selene’s path.

“Victor will know what to do…” She tried to assure him, yet even Selene found the words hard to swallow fore there was not a soul in the coven who did not know of the Vampire Elders legendary hatred for the Lycan Race. Indeed, there were some who even believed that Victor once had a son who had been killed by the beasts and that was why he harboured such ill feeling for them.

Although this was just one of the many rumours that floated between the inhabitants of Ordoghaz and Selene had put no more stock in it than she had any of the others, she did know there was a chance Victor may immediately order Michael’s execution the moment the Word ‘Lycan’ comes up.

Still, if she could plead her case he may grant the American sanctuary until the truth about Lucian and Kraven came out.

“I’ll be back tomorrow.”

However, Michael was not satisfied with her answer and using a speed he did not know he possessed; reached out and clasped Selene’s wrist in grip that was harder than iron.

“No, I want to go with you!” He urged while unwittingly pulling Selene closer. Although he was use to hospitalities and some other unpleasant places which reeked of death, this torture chamber was defiantly somewhere he did not want to spend an entire day; especially by himself.

However, with every step that brought them closer together; the more the American began to notice about the European beauty. Her scent for example, was intoxicating and so unlike those which belonged to women he would usually meet in the running of his day to day life. There was no stink of disinfectant or the reeking odour of an overpowering perfume around her, only the tangy aroma of what he guessed to be Gunpowder hidden beneath a sheet of fragrances that reminded him of the forests he grew up in.

Yet, what Michael really found so amazing about the Vampiress was her eyes; never before had he seen eyes like Selene’s. Although a blazing shade of cerulean, they seemed to bare more resemblance to the raging waters of a tropical sea as emotions the likes of which he had never seen shone within their depths; almost like they were calling him into their captivating abyss.

Selene however, was suffering from a very different kind of intoxication.

When Michael had first grabbed her arm, she had had to fight the natural reaction of reaching for the gun at her hip. Yet, as he began to pull her closer; something other than the desire to kill hit the Vampiress. A sensation the likes of which she had not felt in centuries, not since a way of safely storing blood was first conceived.


She could smell Michael’s blood and as their proximity grew, so did the delicious, coppery fragrance of his life giving fluid. Although the cloned blood she was now obligated by the laws of the coven to feed on was fine, it was the same to her as surviving only on bread and water was to a human; it just couldn’t compare to the sheer luxuriousness of the real thing.

Almost entranced by its heavenly scent, Selene could feel her mind slipping into a cloudy haze as she began to freely walk into his embrace; her heart practically skipping every other beat as she inhaled more of the enticing aroma that made her mouth water.

So enveloped were they within their own misty worlds, it was hard for either to tell just who had made the first move yet it didn’t matter much, for soon their lips were sealed together in a passionate embrace.

‘By the Elders,’ Selene moaned, instantly becoming addicted to the foreign sensation of the Lycan’s rough lips being pressed against her own.

‘She tastes like…Strawberries?’ Michael mentally observed while all but attempting to drink the Vampiress dry through the kiss and relishing in her surprisingly sweet flavour. This was something he had wanted to do ever since he first saw her in that Budapest Station, just days ago when all he ever had to worry about was if he’d be able to stay awake during a life or death operation and had no idea that a secret war taking place beneath the city’s streets.

Life had seemed so simple back then yet if he could spend the rest of eternity kissing this gorgeous European beauty; well then being exposed to this new world would defiantly be worth its hardships.

Unfortunately, just because he and she were robbed of their mortality didn’t mean they were free from their biological need for oxygen but so wrapped in their own passion were they that neither immortal could remember this until they were quite literally starved for it; and only then did they break the sensual contact.

Almost gasping for breath, Selene had to fight the urge to collapse as she tottered from side to side before resting her head against the equally breathless Michael. Whether by desire or just simple oxygen starvation, her mind had been enveloped and for the first time in over half a millennium, she found herself unable to even consider the war that had left her an orphan so very long ago.

Only when she suddenly felt the warm touch of Michael’s surprisingly calloused fingers on her chilled skin did the Vampiress wake from the haze and quickly remembering just who it was she had just kissed; Selene did her best to try and separate herself from the overbearingly insistent Lycan.

“No…We shouldn’t be doing this…” Selene protested desperately, going so far as to even press her hands against his chest in a vain attempt to make the predatory American back away. However, lost was her physical strength and so it seemed was that of her words for Michael seemed no more convinced by them than she herself.

Desires the likes of which Michael had never considered possible coursed through his veins like a blazing river of molten laver, setting every nerve in his body alight as he drank in the sight of her. He could see the emotions that crossed her eyes and knew she wanted him just as much as he desired her yet still she was resisting him and for a moment, he could only wonder why.

When realisation did finally dawn on him though, Michael felt like a complete and utter fool for being so blind. Of course she would hesitate after spending all her life hunting the creature he had become, after what she had told him about her family he should probably consider himself lucky that she hadn’t already shot him.

Fortunately, whether it was due to his new Lycan heritage or just male ego; something in the American wasn’t prepared to give up when a simple push in the right place would compel her to succumb to him.

“Selene…” He all but growled in a voice that would make almost any woman turn to jelly as he slowly ran the tips of his fingers across her cool cheek. “You’re the beautiful and amazing woman I’ve ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on.”

Hearing this made the pale remnants of a blush spread across her skin beneath his touch yet she continued to resist, even as her head slowly began to lean forward. Her vampire instincts told her to stop yet a much stronger side, a part of her being which she had not felt in a very long time denied any such action.

“No…” she protested as their lips continued to draw ever closer, painfully aware that the breathlessness of her voice completely belied the word.

Although Michael heard her protests in the back of his mind, he paid them no head as with one last gesture; he closed the gap that separated them and once again captured the European beauty’s chilled lips with his own.

Despite her complainants, Selene immediately parted her lips to welcome the American’s tongue into her orifice when she felt the intimate contact and within seconds; she had become lost in the delicious sensation. For the first time in 600 years, Selene was engaging in real intimate contact with someone she truly cared for and it was something she wanted to remember for the rest of eternity.

She wanted to remember the incredible magic his lips could work on hers, the delicious majesty of his powerful tongue as it pillaged her; she wanted to remember everything about this moment. She wanted to remember it for as long as she would live, whether that is till tomorrow or the very end of days themselves.

Leaning into his embrace, the Vampiress wantonly wrapped her arms around the Lycan’s neck as she kissed him back with a passion she had only ever expressed towards her Death Dealer duties.

Lost in the tide of sensations that flowed through them from the forbidden act, the world around the couple seemed to fade into a smeared blur as they slowly backed into the steel chair; their limbs threatening to give way beneath them with every step they took.

Falling back into the chair he had thought so uncomfortable just moments ago, Michael couldn’t help but release a comfortable sigh as he felt the soft mass that was Selene land on his lap. Unable to resist noticing as she did that they seemed to fit together almost like two pieces of a jigsaw, the athletic contours of her slender frame moulding to his muscular structure like setting jelly in a bowl.

Completely consumed by her desire, an intense sensation that almost made her delirious flooded her mind as she pressed her advantage to taste more of Michael’s lips; making the world they were in seem like some celestial dream. Yet after having spent the last six centuries of her life hunting Lycans down like the animals they were, parts of Selene still couldn’t believe that she was surrendering herself to one, didn’t quiet know how she was able to do this without having the smooth barrel of a gun and in truth Selene didn’t quite understand or believe it herself.

However, she did know it was something she had to do or else she might just go insane.

Likewise, Michael thought that he was just moments away from being consumed in a raging ball of fiery lust as the heat burning away inside of him seemed to spread through him and all he could do to save himself was to have her. His motions almost turning wild as he clutched her to him, moulding her body against his until he was almost sure that his steely hardness had penetrated her through the thick barrier of her body suit as his hands eagerly travelled the length of her back and down to hungrily cup the full flesh of her butt and bring her arching against him.

However, soon the desire for more had mounted another assault on the Lycan’s senses and compelled to satisfy the near overwhelming power of desire, he reluctantly pulled his lips from hers and began to trail kisses across the soft skin of her cheek and down to the hollow of her slender throat.

His attentions were wild and almost certainly influenced by the Werewolf venom coursing through his veins fore it seemed he was more of an animal than a man while he hungrily ravaged her neck; gently torturing the sensitive flesh by licking and gnawing on it like a hungry beast.

The Lycan’s actions were savage yet also very pleasurable for Selene and although the gentle pressure he was worshipping upon her body with was sure to leave marks, she just couldn’t find it in herself to care so long as he didn’t stop.

Moaning lowly as she felt Michael slowly come to the base of throat, the Vampiress was about to interrupt when a long moan was suddenly drawn from her reddened lips as she felt him trail the tips of his fingers up along her ribs until they found her breasts. Encased within the tight confinement of her spandex bodysuit, her breasts were less than half their usual sensitivity but that was more than enough to coax a reaction from her body.

“Michael!” Selene gasped, tilting her head back as she felt him continue to kiss the exposed flesh of her pharynx while he slowly kneaded her soft orbs through the synthetic fibre bodysuit. However, so immersed was she in the attentions that caused her chilled vampire blood to boil; she didn’t notice until it was too late that she could only feel one of his hands.

Hearing the Vampiress wanton moan, an almost wolfish smile formed across Michael’s thin lips as he took advantage of Selene’s distraction to slowly reach for the zip of her body suit and being sure to continue his motions on her covered breast; he slowly began to undo the bonding. Careful to keep the action slow so as to not catch her attention, he cautiously drew the zipper down along its track to the centre of her abdomen.

Surprised by the sudden sensation of a cool bereave running across the once hidden flesh of her stomach, Selene’s head was quickly cleared of the sexual haze and looking down, she thought she may just die from embarrassment.

Raised in a time that such an act as this was considered to be forbidden if not bound by wedlock, Selene had never been given a chance to share herself with someone she truly loved before her family had been killed and then so obsessed was she with avenging them; there had been little time left in her life to even consider a physical relationship.

This was the first time a man Selene truly cared for was being allowed to see her naked body yet although it was embarrassing, when she saw the emotions that shone in Michael’s eyes…

She knew there was no need to fear fore he would never be disappointed.

With his mind locked in concentration, Michael never noticed Selene’s movement until he felt her run her cool fingers across the side of his face and down to his chin where she used her superior strength to incline his head up as she swooped down to hungrily kiss him. The kiss was short but fierce and more than enough to temporarily cool Michael’s burning Lycan libido long enough for her to push the remainder of the spandex outfit off her shoulders without interference.

Hearing the motion of the synthetic fabric, the American felt his mouth run dry as he slowly looked down to take in the sheer magnificence of Selene’s feminine beauty. His already straining member seeming to grow twice as agonizingly stiff by him just gazing at the perfection he had never seen in any woman he had met.

“God Selene…you’re so gorgeous…” Michael murmured, in utter awe of her exquisite breasts as he admired their fullness and creamily pale complexion that accentuated the contrast with the rosy nipples that due to either his attentions or the sudden change of temperature had stiffened.

The sight soon drew the hungry beast from him once more and licking his lips, Michael flashed Selene a sly grin before firmly gripping the soft skin of her sides as he took one of the Vampiress’s rosy buds into his mouth. Caught off guard, Selene released a gasp of surprise as she felt his thin lips begin to suckle her breast, sending shocks of delight through her system that not even a successful night’s Lycan hunting could match.

With his focus fixed solely on the task of circling her stiff nipple with his tongue, Michael wasn’t entirely sure how he had managed to slide the remainder of the bodysuit from Selene’s form without having to move her. However, with much more pressing matters, like pillaging this precious European beauty on his mind, he thought it better to just let his hands do the work and so he discarded spandex with a flick of his wrist to the other side of the interrogation chamber.

Gently nipping her breast so as to not risk breaking the skin before circling the pebbled bud one last time with his tongue, Michael then abandoned the inviting orb to capture the Vampiress’s parted lips in another wild kiss as he used both of his strong hands to clutch her succulent, bare rump. Selene’s own hands were now wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer to her as she dug her sharp claws into his muscular back.

Although locked with his, gasps of ecstasy flowed from Selene’s lips as she felt the weight of the Lycan’s manhood rubbing against her sacred entrance through the rough fabric of his jeans. The sensation alone was maddening and made all thoughts of anything over than Michael evaporate from her mind to the point where she doubted that she’d care if Victor himself walked into the room and saw what she and the American were doing.

Her thirst for him was insatiable and like her hunger for life’s blood, she knew that if she didn’t have him soon; she would go insane.

In fact, so strong was her desire for him that she acted without even considering the action. Unhooking one of her arms from around his neck, Selene slowly trailed the appendage down Michael’s shirt covered chest, her sharp talons scrapping across the Lycan’s hard-abs and drawing long hisses from his lips as she slowly descended between their bodies until she came to the straining fabric that covered his groin.

Breathlessly breaking the passionate kiss, a smirk quickly spread across the Vampiress’s swollen, bloody red lips as she took in the questioning look on Michael’s face as he felt the light pressing of her hand on him through the material.

“Selene? What are you…” he tried to ask but was cut off suddenly by a long moan that passed his lips as she tightly gripped his hard shaft and began massaging him at agonizingly slow pace.

“Sshhhh…Michael, don’t talk.” she whispered before leaning forward so that she was just inches away from his ear, her cool breath washing over his burning flesh as she continued to rub her hand against him. “Just enjoy this.”

Tentatively, her fingers reached for the button of Michael’s jeans yet it made her mouth become dryer than sandpaper as she averted her gaze down to the extraordinary bulge that protruded from his groin; an article that was becoming more and more prominent with every second that passed.

Nervously licking her dry lips, the Vampiress slowly began undoing the tight fastenings but was barely able to react in time as the Lycan’s manhood burst free from it restraints to stand at its full height before her very eyes.

Although far from innocently minded, this was the first time Selene had actually been able to see an example of the male anatomy with her own eyes and although it was different from what she may of imagined. It was certainly an exquisite specimen.

The Lycan’s thick shaft easily stood at an impressive 23 centimetres (8 Inches); a length she was sure many immortals couldn’t hope to match and due to A mouth-watering excess of blood, it also had a deep crimson colouration that called to her blood lust like a dinner bell.

It was a delicious sight and soon, the desire to touch the pulsing organ had completely consumed her; compelling her to reach out and gently run her shaking fingers along his cock from the hair nestled base to the flowing tip.

Although relieved that his endowment was now, finally freed from its constricting imprisonment; the torturous sensations he received from feeling the cool air blowing against his burning flesh and the way Selene was applying her light ministrations made Michael almost want to die.

Yet, seeming to sense his discomfort; the Vampiress chose that moment to put the Lycan out of his misery by grasping his smooth phallus in her hand, momentarily stunned by the sheer intensity of the heat that radiated from it before beginning a slow pace with her hand.

“Oh…Selene…”Michael moaned lowly as he felt her cool hand closing around his hard member, his heavy eyelids falling tightly shut tightly as a wave of mind dulling sensations flowed through him.

However, Selene was too entranced to hear him. Michael’s shaft was unlike anything she had ever touched, it was impossibly hard and so thick yet it was also soft at the same time; with a silky texture that she adored stroking. Like it had been layered with a sheet of lubrication, her palm seemed to glide across the burning flesh even as she tightly squeezed him; only stopping on occasion to massage the drenched tip with her thumb.

When finally she was drawn back to the plain of reality, the naked Death Dealer quickly remembered just what it was she was pleasuring and hurriedly looked back up at Michael; worried that she may have been hurting him. Fortunately, the dazed look that graced his handsome face was more than enough to tell her that he would have been content for her to do this for the rest of their eternal lives.

Lost in the pleasure of what her soft hand was doing to him, Michael could barely hang onto any form of coherency as he was torn between the seas of ecstasy and agony. No woman, not even his beloved Catherine; had ever made him feel this way with just the simple motion of her hand.

“Oh, god…Selene, I’m almost…” He groaned but already ahead of him, the Vampiress suddenly increased the pace of her strokes, pumping the Lycan’s organ faster and throwing him over the edge. Gasping for breath, the American immortal climaxed in her grasp; his throbbing manhood releasing a great wash of his sticky seed like an erupting volcano.

Watching with fascination, the mix of emotions that glazed across Michael’s dazed faced; Selene couldn’t help but wonder if this was how a content lover portrays their satisfaction after a climax?

However, such a question was soon expelled from her mind once she felt the unfamiliar motion of a burning fluid trickling between her fingers and looking down; the Vampiress watched as his creamy essence seeped through her fingers.

Intrigued by the great quantity of the strange liquid, Selene released the grip she had on Michael’s shaft before bringing her hand up to her lips and cautiously sniffing the substance. It smelt strange but not foul and convinced that it wasn’t toxic; she licked the semen off her fingers.

The taste was salty yet masculine and Selene could even detect a slight spice in the liquid’s after-taste, it was a very Michael like flavour that sung to her soul like a baying wolf at the moon. However, it defiantly was no substitute for blood.

Half dazed after the extraordinary hand-job he had just received, Michael could only watch on in fascination as the Vampiress proceeded to clean her appendage, watching as her small tongue seductively collected all traces of his seed like it was whipped cream before retreating back into the cavern of her mouth. Such an erotic display and one he had never seen matched on even the sleaziest of internet sites.

When she finally finished her near satisfactory meal, it took one look at Michael to convince Selene that it was time to give him, no give them; what they both craved.

Yet as she took in the sight of his significantly sized member, the death dealer realised that despite all the chaos she had seen, all the ferocious battles she had survived; the idea of Michael putting his well-endowed manhood inside her scared her more than anything.

Fortunately having fully recovered his senses, Michael quickly noticed her hesitation and then recognising the unfamiliar emotion that was shining in her sapphire orbs as fear; he comfortingly took her delicate hand in his and used it to bring her closer to him. Although he would have never guessed Selene to be a virgin, Michael could literally feel his heart swell as he considered the idea and the fact he would be this beautiful Vampiress’s first.

“Michael, I…” Selene began but was quickly silenced as the Lycan gently cupped her jaw and pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss that suddenly made all her fears wash away. Even when the kiss ended, she found herself unafraid fore she knew Michael would protect her and keep her safe through the ordeal; even when she felt the tip of his erection pressing against the smooth folds of her entrance.

“Be gentile with me.” She whispered before wrapping her smooth legs around his waist and sinking herself down onto him.

Although the motion was slow, it still caused jagged bolts of excruciating agony to run up Selene’s spine as she felt him filling her tight cavern and it seemed the only thing that was stopping her from screaming out loud was her stubborn desire to keep some of her death dealer composure intact. Fortunately though, the pain was short lived and soon dulled as she felt herself extend and conform around the Lycan’s large member.

Fearful of hurting her, Michael refused to move until he was sure that Selene had properly adjusted to his presence inside of her. However, she was so intensely hot and tight that that every second which passed without reassurance felt more like an eternity and to remain still inside this virtuous beauty was the greatest test of his control he could ever face.

Luckily, the initial sparks of agony that had consumed Selene like a tsunami were fading quickly as she adjusted to him and moments later, he could defiantly feel the unmistakable pressure of her leg pressing down on his backside in an attempt to press more of his shaft inside her.

Although relived, Michael was still unsure and only when he received a firm nod from Selene did he know she was truly ready for him and taking it as his cue; he slowly began withdrawing his shaft from her depths before gently thrusting back inside her.

At first, all the Vampiress knew was a dull pain that made her groan lowly in the back of her throat but the Lycan’s gentile ministrations were quickly making it pleasurable as together they found a slow, steady rhythm.

Michael forced himself to go slow as he knew Selene wouldn’t be completely ready for a hard, fast paced fuck. Yet her tightness was like a burning vice and her depths were so intensely hot that she just felt so right. His every instinct screamed at him to fuck her like a wild beast, to take and pound her through the room’s very walls; to make her his in every sense but he refused to listen. This was as much for her as it was for him and he wouldn’t ruin this precious moment by losing control.

But Christ, how he wanted to.

“By the Gods! It’s so deep inside!” Selene moaned, her head rolling back in ecstasy as she felt his glorious shaft filling her burning canal; its dominating presence delving more deeply inside of her with his every movement. However, unwilling to sacrifice all of the control over to her Lycan lover; she started to lift herself up until only the tip of his member was penetrating her before letting herself slide back down his rigid flesh as he pushed up.

The sensation of suddenly being plunged so deeply inside the beauty’s damp heat drew a low groan from Michael’s throat as in a gesture of uncontrolled passion, his powerful hands grabbed the soft orbs of her buttocks and roughly pulled her closer; encasing every remaining millimetre of his shaft inside her.

“Oh Michael!” She cried as the action caused her body to be rocked by an unearthly ecstasy that ravaged her nerves like a hungry beast; Michael fit so perfectly inside her, it was almost like she and he had been designed specifically for one another.

Using the wonderful feelings they received from the well timed act as guidance, the immortal lovers began a mutual rhythm of meeting each other on every mind numbingly pleasurable thrust; forcing the Lycan’s incredible shaft to penetrate Selene’s flowing cavern a little deeper each time.

Already, Michael could feel a light sheet of sweat forming across his brow as with each powerful thrust, his breath caught and a moan that could pass for a wolfish growl passed his lips. The Vampiress’s burning sex was gripping his shaft in her silky walls with a tightness that could rival a vice; creating the illusion of a heated, velvet sheath that he never wanted to withdraw from. However, Selene was not so willing…

“More…” she demanded wantonly, her temper flaring as she suddenly felt the American’s rate of thrust begin to waver. Her composure and self-control had long since dissipated in the boiling pot of pleasure, leaving only a wild abandon that threatened to consume her entirely as she hungrily ground her hips into his.

Watching the European Beauty’s passionate display brought a sly grin to Michael’s thin lips as a familiar heat consumed his body, even as he pressed against the Vampiress’s cool form; drinking in every heavenly sensation that passed from her to him.

From the very first moment he had laid eyes on her, Selene had enchanted him with her beauty and the deniable grace that accentuated her motion even as she blew great holes in the subway’s walls with her twin Berettas. Yet now he saw far beyond just her physical attributes, as pleasing as they were, her challenging nature sang to his Lycan blood and the unseen tenderness she hid behind that facade of rage captured whatever was left of his Human heart.

Tightening his grip on her smooth thighs, the American Immortal let himself go and began setting a frenzied pace that made the Vampiress scream with pleasure; all the while wondering whether or not he, Michael Corvin had fallen in deeply in love Selene.

“OHH…Yessss…Michael…faster…for the love of the elders faster!” Selene desperately cried while her razor sharp talons tore into the muscular flesh of Michael’s back, releasing a river of his steaming, Lycan blood. Despite her initial fears, this act of coupling felt incredible; the sensation of him wildly thrusting into her with such force and speed was overwhelming and the look blazing in his eyes was so intense that she was beyond sure she would never forget it.

Basking in the waves of ecstasy that coursed through her system, there was nothing Selene would of liked more than to have nothing pull her from this blissful existence for the rest of eternity; however her body had over plans. Fore what seemed like the longest space of time, she had felt a heat building in the lower section of her belly but hadn’t realised what it was until with a sudden burst of delight; the sensation seemed to triple by the second.

Feeling his own realise surfacing, Michael used the last of his energy to further increase the tempo of his thrusts; moving back and forth with a speed and strength that could rival any thoroughbred stallion as he buried the full length of his erection up into her. Low groans flowing from his lips all the while, joining the symphony of sounds that echoed around the torture chamber.

“Michael, oh, Michael, I…ah! Michael!” Selene moaned, her body poised on the peak of ecstasy as the Lycan made love to her like he had never made love to a woman before. He was so much but nowhere near enough and every time he had immersed himself inside her burning depths; she felt an ultimate sense of completion.

Unfortunately, the growing release that would result from this exquisite embrace was not the only thing the Vampiress was feeling however.

With every breath she took, she inhaled the sweet scent of the Lycan’s warm blood that was still seeping down his back; driving her blood-lust like a dangling carrot would to a donkey. With every second that passed, her hunger for him grew to the point where it was almost undeniable yet she continued to fight her very nature to feed off him as doing so would undoubtedly be fatal.

Unfortunately as she had not feed in many hours, the impulse to strike him grew like the sensation in her belly until she could take no more; when like a ravenous beast she lunged forward and plunged her sharp fangs into the soft skin of Michael’s neck. Plagued by the unyielding hunger, Selene continued to drink from Michael even as she climaxed; administering her eternal kiss and consuming every drop of his life’s blood while her flowing walls convulsed around his shaft in erratic spasms.

Caught off guard by the savage attack, Michael could only release a strangled gasp as he felt her dagger like teeth rip into his throat and begin draining him dry. Yet it was not painful and seemed to be more like falling into a dreary sleep, allowing the dyeing Lycan one last look at the world around him before he passed into the realm of unconsciousness.

So overcome was she by her meal that Selene never had the chance to consider the repercussions of her actions until she felt the immense mass inside her begin to deflate and suddenly slip from her depths. Quickly realising her folly, the Vampiress found she couldn’t move fast enough in her haste to remove herself from the American’s sweet fluid; her sapphire eyes masked by a layer of fear as she began hurriedly searching his paling face for a sign of life.

“Michael? Oh no Michael! speak to me…Michael!” She urged, a chilling mix of fear and desperation filling her voice as she clasped his face in her hands and tried to make him look at her; salty tears rolling down her checks after seconds with no response.

Selene couldn’t take it, this was too much for her to bear, first her family and now Michael? What had she ever done that had been so terrible, she was she to be punished by having every one she cared for so cruelly taken away?

However, as in answer to her question; a sudden tremor of life shot through the man and looking down, she watched in as his eye lids slid open to reveal a set of onyx black eyes.

“Michael?” she asked, not daring to hope that she may be spared the pain of another loss for fear that this may all be an illusion; conjured by her mind to punish for her betrayal of the coven.

However, such a notion was quickly dismissed from her mind as a sudden convulsion in his limbs caused her to loss balance and fall back. Hitting the hard floor with a loud crack, Selene had to take a moment to regain all her senses before looking up.

Michael wanted to scream but he lacked the air in his lungs to make such a vocalization and had to settle for merely clenching his fists as erratic spasms cut through him like a buzz saw. What little remained of his blood felt like it was on fire, setting every nerve in his body alight while his skeleton seemed to be trying to escape his very flesh; stretching the thin membrane of skin like it were mere elastic.

“By the elders, what have I done?” Selene asked, taking in the twisted look of agony that covered Michael’s face; although this was the first time she’d watched a victim of a cross species infection, the result was always supposed to be a relatively speeded death caused by breaking down cells.

However, this was anything but a quick death and for a moment; it almost looked like Michael was going to change into his Lycan form. His skin changed to a charcoal grey and his muscles bulged, shredding every article of clothing he wore while the shape of his face began elongating into a canine muzzle. Then just as suddenly as it began, the transformation began to reseed; allowing the American to regain most his human form.

Releasing a deep sigh as he felt the pain suddenly ebb away like a morning tide, Michael was slowly able to rise to his feet before suddenly being hit by another sensation that made his knees tremble. He felt absolutely fantastic. Never had he felt so alive, so alive, so…

Still watching in a state of transfixed horror as he turned his attention towards her, Selene suddenly felt a shock of fear travel up her spine as she took in the lust filled look in Michael’s inky black eyes and the immense length his erection was quickly growing to. Quickly guessing what he had in mind the Vampiress began to slowly back away, intent on getting as far from the predatory beast as she could. Or at least she had, until the hard surface of a wall pressed against her back.

Feeling a sense of predatory amusement grip him as he watched his watched his fleeing quarry trap herself, Michael tilted the far side of his lips into a thin smirk before slowly starting to stalk towards her; the torn fabric of his ruined cloths falling from him as he did.

Yet, it was an image that reminded Selene only of a memory she had tried for so long to forget; made her feel the way she had 600 years ago when she had been trembling over her father’s corpse in their barn while the pack of ravenous Lycans pounded at the door. Yet as she desperately searched for a way out of the room that would not force her to risk the deadly light of dawn in her escape, she spotted something that reminded her she was no longer the helpless maiden.

Lying just centimetres away was the rumpled heap of her body suit, the smooth barrel of her customized Beretta pistol lying visibly entangled within the mass.

Death Dealer instinct taking over, Selene out her arm and grabbed the weapon before drawing it towards the monstrous beast Michael had become. Whatever this thing was, it was unnatural and if this was way Lucian wanted Michael, to use him against the coven and possibly change the course of the war; then she had to kill him.

Slipping her finger over the Gun’s trigger, the Vampiress took a deep breath to steady her racing heart before taking aim. Doing her best to forget their romantic liaison, Selene tried to remind herself that he was definitely not the first beast she’d killed and would certainly not be the last.

Locking the smooth barrel’s sights to Michael’s wild eyes, the world suddenly seemed to stop as with one last breath; she pulled the heavy metal switch back and waited for the loud bang of the gunpowder exploding.


Confused by the lack of a gunshot, Selene glanced down at the pistol and saw that the reason the weapon hadn’t gone off; was because she hadn’t pulled the trigger.

Desperately attempting the action again however, the result remained unchanged but as she tried to remain focused on aiming for his eye; the Vampiress noticed something she’d missed the first time.

Hidden beneath the layers of lustful smoke, almost lost within the dark colour of the orbs; Selene could see ever emotion that had christened his soul moments before she bit him. All the passion, desire, strength, kindness and love…

This creature was Michael without a doubt, but what difference should that make, he had become a monstrosity by her hand and she had to kill him to save both him and herself the damnation that would follow if she did not. However, life it seemed was not that simple and knowing the truth about this matter, that the man she cared so much for was still inside the mass of charcoal coloured flesh made even the simple task of pointing a gun at him so strenuous that she soon had to drop the weapon.

Releasing a pained sigh as she heard the reverberating clang of the Beretta hitting the floor, the Vampiress almost wanted to cry. How could this have happened to her?

Was it Love? Over the centuries she had often heard of mortal poets preach of love at first sight, a forbidden thing that would of lasted for the rest of eternity; had she simply fallen victim to it.

The answer came moments later though, in the form of a large hand that gently cupped her cheek and guided her to look up. While lost in her state of distraction, Michael had moved with a speed she had never before witnessed and had crossed the distance that divided them like it were a mere stepping stone before looming over her with that predatory gleam still in his eyes.

The sight of her powerful creation bearing down on her was frightening, yet also strangely thrilling to the point of where she began to feel a familiar heat rushing through her. Although still not overly muscular, the added bumps and bulges certainly complimented his broad build as he leant forward and the toothy smirk that played across his lips made her shiver in excitement.

The battle was over before it even began and any inclination she may have had to pull away were quickly silenced as consumed by desire; she leant forward and met his thin lips with her own in a searing kiss. His slick tongue quickly parting her lips and beginning an intimate dance with the Vampiress’s smaller muscle as his large hands ran across her soft skin; being careful as he did so as to not run the risk of breaking the thin membrane that protected her flesh with his sharp talons.

Completely consumed by his desire for the almost edible Vampiress, the Hybrid Michael had little trouble in bending Selene to his lustful will as he guided her naked body into the appropriate position for him to take her in. Yet, so lost was he in her that he actually wasn’t really sure of what was happening until he found himself kneeling behind her as she presented herself before him on all fours.

The sight sung to the primitive Werewolf blood flowing through his veins like the warm glow of a full moon, drawing new passions from his soul with every second that passed as he gripped the supple mounds of Selene’s rear and prepared for entry.

Already drunk on the sensations that had flooded her body from just the kiss, Selene could only moan lowly as she felt the mass of his erection pressing against her entrance; its swollen tip sliding teasing along her swollen folds and sending shivers of pleasure through her nerves.

It was a maddening, pleasurable agony that made Selene want to ball her fists and scream and shout in protest.

Her pain was short lived however and just when she was beginning to consider retrieving her pistol, the Hybrid accomplished her unspoken request by suddenly thrusting the full length of his arousal into her burning depths.

Releasing a long hiss as she felt his shaft filling every possible millimetre of her being, Selene couldn’t help but press urgently back as she tried to receive even more of the incredible sensation. Yes it stung from where she had not completely adapted to his size, but the way he filled her made the pain well worth it.

Biting back a moan as he felt the impossibly tight walls of the Vampiress’s burning canal surrounding his shaft, Michael had to struggle to stop himself from cumming right then and there. However, having been robbed of his climax during their earlier coupling; the hybrid didn’t need to be an intern to know that he wouldn’t last much longer. ‘Mores the pity…’

Fortunately, he was determined to not let such a trifling issue bother him as with a feral growl, the hybrid began withdrawing his hard length but only to suddenly plunge it back inside her before he could completely pull out.

The motion was anything but gentile, yet all Selene could do was throw her head back as she released a silent scream of ecstasy; her mind quickly lost in the sensation of Michael’s incredible cock pulsating within her, stretching her as though it was once again her first time.

Smirking as he watched her reaction, the hybrid continued the savage rhythm to the point where she could barely support herself beneath the wild onslaught; A low grunt rumbling from his throat every time he forced himself a little further inside her burning core.

However, so lost were they in their euphoric mating that neither vampire nor hybrid seemed to of realised that the night had very nearly come to an abrupt end. The dim sky had lost all elements of purple and violet, now depicting bright shades of orange and pink that lit the torture as they shone through the evaporating rain clouds and into the room.

If Selene did not act soon, the chances were her long life would come to a very abrupt end within the next few minutes and yet she couldn’t bring herself to care. He felt so incredible, thrusting that godly shaft inside her most sacred of parts and each time he was embedded to her core; the tension building inside her seemed to triple.

Indeed, Selene was totally consumed by the pleasure Michael was giving her.

However, feeling the tickle of an impending orgasm spreading at the base of his spine; Hybrid Michael began using all of his considerable might to entice a climax from the Vampiress. Almost breaking the very floor that lay beneath them, his muscular hips slammed into the soft flesh of Selene’s full backside as he suddenly drove his aching shaft even deeper inside her; accidentally scraping the broad side of his cock against her sweet spot as he did.

Positively shaking as she felt an ocean of ecstasy cut through her like the blade of a broad sword, Selene couldn’t hold back and came in a blinding flash of light that left her gasping for breath as she tried to recover. Meanwhile, a fresh wash of essence suddenly coated his burning shaft as it thrust in and out of her convulsing tunnel. Overwhelmed by the delicious sensation, Michael couldn’t hold on any longer and released a long howl that possibly woke the entire city as at last; his member exploded in an eruption of his seed that filled the Vampiress’s already flooded hollowness.

Bursts of pleasure still exploding behind her eyelids, the exhausted Death Dealer suddenly collapsed onto the hard floor but were soon joined moments later by an equally tired Michael; his body quickly retaining its normal colouration as he entangled himself around Selene in a tight embrace that would ensure she’d be there when he awoke.

Falling into a peaceful slumber on the chamber floor as the bright glare of sunlight dawned on the horizon, the couple were fortunately spared an unpleasant awakening by the automatic shutters that were hidden behind each of the room’s windows closing.

The End

Dance with Desire

Dance with Desire
Disclaimer: I do not own House of the Dead EX.
AN: Here’s something I was commissioned to do by Yngtr123.
Lit lowly by the dim shimmer of a reflective disco-ball, the walls of the club’s disco seemed to shake as the deep rumble of rock music screamed out from a concealed sound system. The chaotic tangle of tunes forming a maelstrom of sound which caused many of the chamber’s undead occupants to dance with renewed life. They crowded within the small room like a colony of ants and the dancing bodies formed a tightly packed coil in its middle.
Lost within the depths of the writhing, dancing bodies, Zobio and Zobiko kept themselves to themselves; unwilling to risk drawing the attention of their peers as they danced. It had taken them many weeks to escape the scrutiny of the locals and now that they were finally free to move around unnoticed, they didn’t want to risk ruining their new found freedom by doing something reckless.
Encircled by Zobio’s strong arms, Zobiko felt like she was floating on air and her body seemed to be moving of its own accord as she enjoyed the sensation of being so close to one she loved. There was no mob to hurt her, no Dr. Curien to hurt her, there was only her and Zobio. It was something she had dreamed of for so long and at last she finally had a taste of it. Resting her head on his shoulder, she took in a long breath and inhaled his scent; letting it flood her senses and send her into a dreamy trance.
Looks like we have company.” Zobio’s voice cut through her trance like a sledge hammer and looking up in confusion, she suddenly realised that the music had stopped and no other of the clubs occupants were still dancing.
Zobio…What’s happening? ” She asked, but Zobio wasn’t listening. Instead, a stern look had come over his face as he seemed to be looking past her. Not accustomed to her love ignoring her, Zobiko followed his eyes to the clubs main entrance, where she saw to her horror that a large number of gang-land Mafia were standing. Armed with knives, clubs and chains, the group numbered about twenty and it was clear they weren’t here because the music was to loud.
Oh no.” She whispered, her deep cerulean eyes widening as panic flared inside her breast at the unwelcome sight. “What are we going to do?”
Zobio didn’t answer. One of the gang, a large man dressed in a leather blazer with matching trousers, had stepped forward. He looked like he could have been the gangs leader but judging by his larger build, Zobio guessed he was just an enforcer.
All right, People!” The enforcer yelled, his deep voice sounding more like a growl than the words of a man as he walked towards the crowd. “We are looking for two among your number. Tell us where they are and none of shall be hurt.”
They are looking for us.” Zobiko whispered whilst taking his hand in hers and tightly clinging to his side. “Zobio, what are we to do?” Time and again, they’d discussed what she was to do if they were found, but never had they considered being caught in the club; it was making her a little nervous.
Watching for a moment as the enforcer and his mob goons began rousting the club’s inhabitants, Zobio waited a moment before speaking, a calculating look playing across his features as his eyes poured over the scene. There were too many off them for him to fight a way out, that much was clear, but if they did not move then it would just a matter of time until they were caught. They had only one choice and subtly looking from side to side, a small smile graced his thin lips when he spotted a fire exit, very close by.
Over there.” He whispered, pointing to the emergency exit. “Move slowly and don’t look back. Go now and I’ll meet you outside.”
Zobiko didn’t hesitate. Keeping her head held high, she cautiously walked through and around the undead throng, taking care as she did not to touch or graze anyone more than she needed to in-order to remain invisible within the crowd. Blessedly, her movement attracted little notice from the mob cronies and she couldn’t help breathing a sigh of relief when she felt the cold steel of the fire-exit beneath her finger tips. Pressing her palm gently against the leaver so it wouldn’t make a sound, she slipped silently through the gap and into the cold night air before closing it again.
The fire exit was an old steel stairwell, very similar to the ones one would see in old American action movies, but having grown dilapidated and rusty; Zobiko doubted very much whether it could ever be considered anything close to safe. Fortunately, she had managed to avoid putting her theory to the test as instead of connecting to the metal walkway, the clubs exit had emerged out into the ally at its base.
She didn’t have time to get her bearings however, as no sooner had the door s lid shut behind her than it was suddenly wrenched open. Jumping round in fear, she thought that one of the goons may followed her out but instead she saw that it was Zobio. Relieved to see that her love had escaped unnoticed too, Zobiko wanted to throw her arms around him in a hug but one look from him halted her embrace. There would be time for embracing later, first they needed to escape the mobsters.
A quick glance confirmed the ally to be empty but that would not be for long and instead they sought a fresh means of escape. The main road would be out of the question as the mob would of surly placed a guard or two at the clubs entrance, just in-case someone should try and leave the building whilst thinking they would not be missed. The alleyway too was a lost cause as it ended wall which looked too high for either him or Zobiko to climb. They’d have to chance going up the fire escape.
Quick, up the stairs.”
Zobiko wanted to protest but as she felt Zobio’s arm on her shoulder, she suddenly forgot her inhibitions about it as he shepherded her up the creaky stairwell. Yet despite the urgency in his voice, he ensured that they walked at a warily pace, not put off even as their every step made the old steel structure sway and tremble beneath their weight.
They made it up to the first level without any interruptions, but before Zobiko could make a move towards the door, Zobio shock his head and directed her to the second flight, making her curse under her breath. They needed to get off this bloody stairwell before it collapsed from under them and brought the entire mob down on their heads. However, Zobio seemed to not share her distress and instead he pressed her on like she were little more than a stubborn child. Somehow the escape held out and as they stepped onto the brick work of a balcony, the pair breathed a sigh of relief. They had made it…
Well well well…look at what I have found.” An unfamiliar voice chortled as the beam of a torch suddenly crushed their dreams of escape. Looking round, they saw that a male mobster who stood a little taller than Zobiko and who happened to be armed with a metal pipe, was standing between them and the fire door. “Are you going to come quietly or am I going to have to make yo…” His speech was cut off however as with a loud roar, Zobio rushed forward. He was much taller than the crook and with one swoop of his arm, he knocked the punk’s pipe out of his hands and grabbed him by the face.
With preternatural strength, he crushed the disillusioned youth’s skull in his palm before hurling the corpse over the railing of the escape. Not staying to hear the sickening crack, he quickly opened the fire door and ushered Zobiko inside. Sealing the door shut behind them, Zobio was relieved to find that they had emerged in a deserted corridor which was somewhere on the top floor of the club. Heavy wooden doors lined the passageway and with out thinking, he walked over to one and tried the lock.
Click. The door slid open without any resistance. Keeping an eye out in-case any more gang-landers happened to be in the area, Zobio held the door open for Zobiko before slowly shutting it behind them. Unwilling to relax just yet though, he pressed his ear against the door and listened for any sound of movement on the other side. The mobsters death would undoubtedly attract the attention of his friends in the club but he doubted they would come up here to look for them now. After all, what self respecting couple on the run from the mob would hide inside the building they knew was being searched? Especially after one of the ones hunting them had just been killed.
Zobio kept his ear pressed against the timber until he was sure that the coast was clear, but turning round, he suddenly saw something which gave him more of a fright than anything else they’d been through in the last few moments.
They were in what must have been the club’s penthouse suite, it was easily larger than any of the apartments and hotel rooms they had stayed in over the last few months and with out a doubt far more luxurious. Pine furniture of various degrees decorated the spacious chamber and an immense, king size four-poster bed took up almost the entire span of one of the walls. Thick curtains kept the light from the outside world from entering so it was lit only by the wall mounted lights which cast a low glow across the ceiling. It was easily more than anything Zobio had come to expect from the cheap club.
Zobiko stood in the centre of the room, the low light seeming to give her an eerie glow as she fixed him with a look that made his mouth run dry. There was a passion in her eyes the likes of which he had never seen there before and when she came to him, it was with all the grace and speed of a stalking tigress. Crossing the breadth between them in an instant, she jumped into his arms and crushed her lips to his in a searing embrace.
Momentarily forgetting about the blood thirsty mobsters downstairs, their lips parted and their tongues met, causing Zobiko to moan as she felt the hungry passion explode within her breast. With a frenzied desire her hands began to run over every piece of Zobio’s back while his own sought out her hips, forcibly holding her to him as his rough palms groped the firm flesh of her buttocks.
Keeping the contact until the need for air grew so undeniable that she was forced to brake the contact, Zobiko playfully biting her lover’s lower lip as she pulled away. She wanted to go further but the confused look that played across Zobio’s face made her pause.
Zobiko?” He whispered.
Zobiko Giggled. “Watching you kill that punk made me feel so…hot.” She whispered, her mischievous hands slowly creeping down his body as she spoke before dipping beneath the waist line of his trousers to cup the weight of his arousal. “Oh I want you Zobio. Please take me…take me now…I beg you!”
Although tempted, Zobio couldn’t draw his mind away from the fact a gang of mobsters were hunting for them but before he had time to object; his lover’s fingers had already begun working at the banding of his trousers. Instantly pulling at the fabric, she had managed to push the waist line down before he could form any sort of coherent dismissal, leaving the garment to pool around his ankles as his lower half stood naked to her hungry gaze.
I see you want me too.” She whispered before a sultry smile played across her lips as she unhooked her legs from around his hips and slid silkily to the floor. Hard and impossibly large, Zobio’s erection stood before her like the standard of a Roman legion and unable to resist the sight a second longer, she reached out to touch him.
Running her fingers along his flesh, she couldn’t help but stare at it in wonderment as she slowly explored. His arousal felt like steel dressed in silk and it twitched every time she completed a stroke, drawing a moan from Zobio who was rapidly losing the will to resist her advances. Being the tough-guy that he was, he was trying his hardest not to groan as it would show her she was doing something his body liked; but his body seemed determined to betray him. She had only just begun yet he could already feel his legs starting to quaking and growing desperate, he told himself not to look down as he knew the image of her kneeling before him while she played with his straining member would be the end of him. Just the thought of seeing her silky blond locks encasing her face and the sapphire coloured eyes which could make even the darkest of beings seem as innocent as a kitten; it was hard to believe just how far she was from it…
Zobiko…Oh god!” He gasped, unable to hold back a moan as she suddenly swirled her tongue around the bulbous head of his cock before pursing her mouth into a tight O. Gently, her hand travelled up and down his phallus as her mouth enclosed over the tip, overloading Zobio’s senses with the duel pleasures and turning him into a gibbering, pleasure drunk fool.
Watching her lover’s head roll back as she continued to slowly slide his shaft into her mouth, Zobiko felt a delicious sense of power over take her. It was so exhilarating to think that she could have this much power over one as strong as Zobio and not wanting to squander it all in one go, she slowly ran her tongue along the length while letting her breath wash over his skin as she breathed out.
Oh, oh, oh sweet Jesus…” he gasped as he felt a pool of pleasure mounting inside his loins. “So good, Zobiko you’re…so good…” He could feel Her tongue wrapping around him, its silky wet body massaging every spot of his swollen arousal as she took more and more into her mouth.
Although growing tired of just teasing, Zobiko continued to stroke and touch him with her fingers, letting his moans guide her until she felt Zobio’s hands suddenly thread through her hair and begin forcibly guiding her attentions to where he wanted. Although he was careful not to be to forceful, less he risk accidentally hurting her, Zobiko could still fell her throat tightening around the shaft as it struggled to accommodate the mass. This was by no means her first time attending to the large males shaft, but so large was he that no matter how much practise she got, the girl knew she would never be able to accommodate his full girth. So doing her best to relax her throat, she took as much of his dick into her orifice as she possibly could.
An inaudible groan left Zobio’s part lips as he felt his love relaxing her throat, encasing the majority of his arousal in a oasis of intoxicating sensations. How badly he wanted to push her head further down onto his cock but the risk of hurting her was to great for him to chance it.
Sensing the pressure against her head lessening, Zobiko began to pull away, allowing a fresh breath of air to fill her lungs as she very gently scraped her teeth along the organ before repeating the motion of taking him into her mouth once more . The act made her lover cry with delirious pleasure and glancing down, he found he couldn’t stop himself from watching the blond’s head bobbing up and down on his shaft as she looked up at him with those deceivingly innocent blue eyes.
Oh…God…Zobiko…you’re so…beautiful!” He gasped, unable to tare his eyes off the sight of her as he felt his release drawing closer. Delighted by his words, Zobiko couldn’t resist moaning and the vibrations which travelled through her throat reverberated all along his shaft; causing the enthralled giant to moan in-turn as his hips began to buck forward in a display of wild passion. “Oh…Oh…God… don’t STOP!”
Fortunately for him, Zobiko had no intention of stopping and seeing how close to the brink her lover was; she doubled her efforts, drawing a fresh tide of moans and groans from Zobio as she pulled back and wrapped her tongue around the pulsing head before taking all of my length into her mouth once more.
“Oh…Zobiko…I’m…stop…cum… close…” He whispered, teeth clenched tightly as a fresh wash of pleasure hit his body like the stormy waves of the sea. How badly he wanted to watch her again, to see her head bobbing up and down on his shaft and witness as his thick cock disappeared and reappeared from those her luscious lips. Yet despite all his desires, he dared not look down for he knew it would spell the end of him. In truth, he was far from sure of how he had made it this far, her touch just felt do good that he thought even the tiniest of her graces might be enough to bring him to a steamy release.
His release was building however, of that much he was certain. Like a pool of molten ecstasy, he could feel it slowly cooking him from within as it fought his every effort to suppress its rise; but so stubborn was Zobio that he was trying to hold it off for as long as possible. Intent on enjoying the sensations a little more, he snatched a quick breath and…
Without warning, a tremor suddenly ran through him as a last swirl of Zobiko’s tongue brought him flying over the peak and into a carnal sea of ecstasy. With a long cry bellowing from his lips, his fingers convulsed in her hair as his hips pushed him deeper into her mouth and a tide of his seed poured down her awaiting throat.
Trying not to gag as the thick seed exploded into her mouth, the blond haired beauty swallowed as much of her lover’s bitterly-sweet cum as she could before letting his softening appendage slip from her orifice as she felt his hands release their grip on her hair. With a seductive grace, she wiped the corners of her mouth before licking what remained of his seed from her fingers.
Coming back down to earth, Zobio was about to say something but the sight of Zobiko seductively licking her fingers in a fashion which held a great amount of resemblance to the way she had been attending to his shaft, poked the fire in his loins back to life. Noticing his revival, the blond beauty looked up at him with a very pleased smile playing across her glistening lips.
Did you enjoy that, my love?” she asked, the satisfied look never leaving her even as she brushed a stray lock of her blond hair aside. Zobio didn’t answer her vocally. It was time for pay back and without saying a word, he reached down and grasped her by the shoulders before hoisting her into his arms and carrying her over to the bed, bridal style.
Dropping her into the embrace of the soft mattress and feather covers, the former Prison guard couldn’t help taking a moment to admire the way Zobiko’s sexy form lay sprawled out before him before he descended upon her.
Zobio?” Zobiko asked as he covered her body with his, she was quickly silenced as he leaned down and lightly kissed her lips before crawling down the length of her body to the covered cleft between her legs. Poised over her like a watch-full eagle, he let his hands trail up the toned skin of her thighs, pushing the material of her dress up as they went until the bright purple colouring of her obviously soaked thong was revealed to his eyes.
Zobiko was loudly panting with excitement, not quite sure whether she could truly believe her own eyes as she watched him deeply breath in her scent before exhaling the heated breath over her most secretive of spots. The sensation of it washing over her mound made her body shiver with delight and she continued to watch in disbelief as, using his teeth, he gripped the hem of her underwear and pulled it down her legs.
Feeling his mouth water at the sight of her clearly glistening cleft, Zobio began pushing her thighs further apart; until her knees had to bend and her legs had opened to him like the shinning gates of heaven as he hungrily pulled her to his waiting mouth.
With the utmost care, he stuck his tongue out and expertly ran it over her moistened entrance, making Zobiko abruptly still as he was careful not to enter her just yet. Her breath began coming in great gasps as he greedily lapped up all the thick fluid which she produced and teased her by making no sign that he ever intended to move on. ‘Payback can be such a bitch.’
Zobio!” She finally cried after enduring this torture for a time which had felt like hours and the desperate anticipation of what was to come had welled up inside her like a great furnace, its incredible heat threatening to consume her body with every second that passed. “Stop teasing me, you basta…Ohhhh!” She began to grumble, but in mid speech her words melted into a long moan as she felt her lover press his slick muscle into her core. However, Zobio wasn’t about to abandon his teasing just yet and he only probed inside of her, gently running his tongue along the outer edges of her inner depths whilst gathering up her liquid excitement and imprinting the taste of her to his memory.
Streams of pleasure coursed through Zobiko’s veins as her lover’s gentile ministrations took the edge off her desires; but were far from able to satisfy them and in no time at all she was rolling her hips against his mouth to signal that she wanted more. His grip on her body was tight however and he refrained from allowing her to much control as he continued to tease her core with devilishly gentle attentions.
Zobio…” She whined, growing slightly breathless as the wanton heat in her abdomen grew almost unbearable and she was forced to fight all the harder against his restraining hold. “Please!”
The sound of her desperation made Zobio inwardly snigger and for a moment he considered giving her what she so badly desired, but he couldn’t resist teasing her a little more first.
Please what, My love . What is it you want of me?” Zobio could barley contain his snigger as he mumbled the words against her hot flesh, drawing a high moan which almost sounded like a shriek from Zobiko as the vibrations ripped through her like a great sword of pleasure.
Unwilling to speak, she tried again to press her hips against his wondrous orifice but lacked the strength to match his deathly tight hold and instead a defiant passion flared up in her eyes as she breathlessly leaned forward to see that he was now looking up at her from between her legs.
I want you to eat me.” She finally said in a voice that matched the defiance in her eyes. “Now! You big meanie.”
‘My pleasure.” He thought, inwardly smirking at her angry admission as he slid his tongue between her folds and over her clit; making the girl cry out as he the powerful muscle devoured the sensitive nub hungrily. Feeling his attentions shot through her nerves, Zobiko released a scream of ecstasy as she spread her legs wider; silently begging him for more when he took the bud into his mouth and began sucking on it hard.
Zobio… oh yes… fuck…just there…” She moaned, her hips rolling in time to the motions of his mouth as her hand slid onto the back of his head and sought some kind of purchase among the bandages. His lips were now gently tugging at her sensitive clit as his teeth lightly gnawed the bud, causing her moans to turn to screams of ecstasy. He was so good, it was maddening and she rocked, cried and arched in all the ways that made Zobio mad with lust.

The sight of her succulent body arching up beneath his orifice made Zobio’s cock throb as he lost himself in her sweet scent, the taste of her which flowed across his tongue and the sounds which rang in his ears. The entire experience of pleasing Zobiko with his mouth was so intoxicating, that Zobio thought he might grow drunk on it. However, the growing ache of his renowned and very hard arousal was becoming so undeniable that he knew he could not continue like this for a moment longer and so, he he abandoned her nub of desire and turned his attentions lower.
Don’t stop! oh God Zobio don’t sto…Oh my God!” Words failed Zobiko as she suddenly felt her assailants tongue leave her clit and instead, it drove deep into her centre. Her entire body seemed to go rigid as he licked her with unerring accuracy, his devilish tongue flicking, swirling, and driving her into a frenzy as it delved deep into her centre. She couldn’t think; the white hot pleasure, and the heat of her desire was blinding her to the world as it moved in and out of her and she could feel an orgasm as powerful as the sun collecting inside of her. It wouldn’t be long now…
Watching her reaction with immense interest, Zobio continued to drive his tongue deep inside Zobiko; not stopping even as he felt her thighs starting to contract around his face as the waves of her pleasure mounted. Writhing beneath him like a pleasure drunken fool, she desperately ground her hips into his face as she made such lovely noises.
“Oh god Zobio!” The beauty cried, arching her back off the bed so far that she should have feared her back would brake, and squeezing her thighs so tight that her lover had to pull them apart. His tongue was just so relentless, it was like she was just some toy he chose to play with; and the burning look of desire that she could see playing across his eyes made her all the hotter. “Oh…. I’m going to….. Oh… Almost….Oh Nothings ever…ever…felt this good!”
With a wicked smile, Zobio watched as his love’s head tossed to and fro. The pleasure of his mouth on her sex had already made her lush blue skin flush with desire and the sharp blades of her nails were cutting an intricate web through the bed’s sheets. Her legs were shaking as the waves of pleasure rolled through her and he yearned to feel his penis buried within the tight walls that were busy squeezing his tongue into oblivion.
OH ZOBIO!!!” She cried as the man’s efforts to please her finally brought her over the brink and she came with enough force to brake every bone in her body; bucking off the bed like some terrified mare as the throws of pleasure ignited within her core. Feeling her climax hit as her inner muscles tighten around his tongue, Zobio rode out the storm with her; holding her tightly to his mouth as he drank every drop of her fluids.
Her climax began to subside after a few moments but the experience of it left Zobiko feeling drained and very satisfied. Its burning heat radiated through her with an unquenchable passion, but even that was not enough to quench her lust and the flames of desires were quickly rekindled when she saw Zobio begin to stand; revealing to her gaze the true extent of his want for her as it stood before her so proudly. The nature of it was impossible, yet somehow he seemed even larger now than he had before.
With an excited hush overtaking them, Zobio climbed onto the bed but before he could even get into position, Zobiko suddenly threw her palms against him. Pushing against his broad chest with all her strength, she managed to convince him to roll onto his back as she flashed him a sly smile that spoke volumes. He slid onto his back without argument, ready to embrace her with all his being as she straddled his waist, her gaze staying locked to his as she slowly began lowering herself onto him.
Sensing the hot sheath of her core slowly beginning to consume the head of his throbbing shaft, Zobio couldn’t help but groan as he used all of his self control to fight the urge to ram himself inside of her. No matter how many times they fucked, somehow she always seemed so remain so deliciously tight and just feeling the incredible tightness of her most intimate of places surrounding his flesh was enough to make him cum right then and there.
Taking her time as she slowly lowered herself onto the brunt of his erection, Zobiko couldn’t help but moan lowly as she savoured the feeling of him filling her like no other man ever could. Already she felt stuffed beyond belief yet she barley had the tip inside of her. She knew every part of his male biology would be demanding for him to claim but she also knew he would be fighting those desires tooth and nail, so she was free to take her time…
“Mmmmm, you are a big boy aren’t you!” She purred, barely able to look of ecstasy from from her face as half of his immense column became sheathed within her core and instead kept her gaze fixed upon his as she slowly worked more and more of him inside her hot cavern.
Fuck! Zobiko!” He groaned out as the feel of her tight heat grew ever more around him, causing his breath to come in short gasps as she tested the limits of his self-control to the last tether. Unwilling to risk causing her pain though, he willed himself to stay in check and refused to move even as he felt her squirm above him. Only the seething breaths he stole through clenched teeth and glowing eyes revealed the fever that raged inside of him.
Minutes passed like the span of a life time and finally after what seemed like an eternity in purgatory, Zobio was finally able let out a sigh as he felt his love settle herself onto the base of his shaft. He had not dared to move an eyelash during the ordeal but now said desire was mounting and his eyes were growing dark, making it a struggle for him to focus as the veins in his neck bulged due to the strain of his defiance.
Zobiko wanted to scream as the sensation of him stretching and filling her body crashed into her like an out of control train. Disoriented and shaken to her very core, she basked in the sensation of him filling her with a look of utter ecstasy on her face. It seemed that no matter how many times they enjoyed such wonderful trysts, she would never be able to adjust properly to the length of his endowment.
Beneath them, the booming sound of the club echoed through the stone but neither could hear it over the sound of their racing hearts. Lost in the raging tempest of sensations, It was like they were alone in the world, trapped in the violent swells of a vast ocean and unable to move as the the waves of their passions crashed into them without mercy. However, once the throbbing of his cock had woken Zobiko from her trance like state of bliss; she flashed her lover a sly smile and began rolling her hips into his.
The action made Zobio’s hands fist in the sheets, her teasing motion adding fuel to the fire raging inside him; forcing his breath to be drawn even more shallow as he lent up and tried to work more of his shaft inside of her. However, noticing his attempt to take back control, Zobiko smacked his chest with enough strength to make him hiss before continuing to grind their hips together in small circles. Despite the burning need that had set her hollowed loins on fire, she was not yet ready to surrender control just yet as it made her feel so powerful. To know that she could be the master of one so strong was a sensation equally as wonderful as great sex and to mould them together brought indescribable ecstasy.
However, she was growing tired of tepid pleasure that rolling her hip brought her and so, she laid her hands flat against his taught stomach muscles for support, giggling as she felt a shiver run through him at her touch before she raised herself up till he nearly slid out of her, and then plunged back down in one stroke.
“Oh…god…Zobiko” Zobio gasped, fighting to stay in control as he felt the abrupt plunge into paradise but unable to restrain a long moan as he felt her slick walls massaging his burning column into climax. “Oh you f…feel so good!” His words caused a smirk to spread across the blonde’s pleasure etched face and she began to raise her arse once more; repeating the action at a treacherous pace.
He thwarted her plans however when on her third drop, Zobio found he couldn’t resist any longer and surprised her by bending his knees; allowing her to slide a little deeper onto his shaft. The sudden jolt it sent along her nerves had her head fling back, a long moan echoing from her gaping lips as her hands pawed all over his chest; her manicured nails cutting trails across his muscular torso as she tried to catch her breath. But in those precious seconds, Zobio had gained the upper hand and he emphasised that point by placing his hands on her hips and lifting her like she were little more than a child before impaling her again on his thick shaft.
She screamed out at the feeling of him filling her, all defiance melting away into pleasure as her instincts took over and she began ride him like she had not a care in the world.
“Oh God!……Y-You feel so good baby!” She moaned, her hands leaving their spot on his stomach to slide up her body and roughly fondle her still covered breasts. Squeezing the delicate flesh of her small but perky orbs, Zobiko quickly lost herself in the passion of their carnal desires as he repeatedly pounded his immense shaft into her core. “Oohhh…ooohhhh… OHH ZOBIO! OOOOOHHHHH…GOD…YES! KEEP…GOING!! OOOOOOHHHH!”
Watching his lover’s display through half closed, Zobio wanted to chuckle but the sudden echo of a creaking floor board brought the cold realisation of their present situation crashing down on top of him like a cold rain.
Stop moaning so loud Zobiko… if you keep that up, the mob might hear us.” He whispered, a cold sweet mixing with the perspiration that already shimmered across his skin. As much as he enjoyed the sounds of her moans, he couldn’t take the risk of the mob getting wind of where they were and barging in. Yet despite his words, he couldn’t resist increasing the speed of his motions.
But…you’re…so…BIG!!! OOH…GOD YESSSS!” Zobiko cried, her eyes shutting tight as she felt him increase the tempo of his thrusts; making her body bounce on his with a wild abandon that filled the room with the sounds of their courtship.
Irked by her lack of concern, Zobio wanted to reprimand her further but all he could muster was a long moan as he felt the way her impossibly tight pussy was massaging every centimetre of his cock as it slid up and down him with more vigor. Soon, even his reservations about moaning aloud had dissipated, as lost in the fog of pleasure, he couldn’t remember why they had hidden up in the suite in the first place. Freed from those shackles, he was now more than happy to encourage the wanton girl as he hungrily watched her molest her breasts.
Oohhh yes” she moaned, arching her breasts into her grasp as the pleasure in her loins seemed to double every time he was fully encased within her. “Oh yes…yes…Zobio…let me ride you…let me fuck you. You’re so hard…so long…uh….harder baby…fuck me harder and make me cum!”
.  “Oh…that’s it Zobiko! Ride me my love.” He groaned, matching the pleasure enthralled blond thrust for thrust, timing his motions to catch her on the down stroke. “Yeah, you like my dick inside you don’t you Zo?” He asked, a small smirk playing across his lips as he watched her roughly grouping herself. Oh how he ached to be the one moulding those orbs, but instead he had to enjoy the show, watching intently as they succumbed to her palms like clay while she bounced upon him; bringing them both closer to a much needed release.

“Oh yeah, it’s so hard! So fucking hard! Uhhhh!” She cried, yet despite the clenching of her inner muscles, her lovers thrusts never faltered and she continued to bounce up and down on him with a fervid passion. “Fuck my pussy…oh Yes!…Zobio please Fuck my pussy harder!…Harder!…Oh, god keep fucking my pussy!”

Lost in depths of their passion, neither noticed that the bed’s wooden headboard was now slamming loudly against the wall; its thick timber frame proving to be no match for the power of the lovers coupling as the blond beauty bounced upon the male’s immense column with all her might. Like an immense fire, she could feel the pressure building in her abdomen, signalling her coming climax even as she desperately tried to hold off the massing pleasure. However, it was like trying to block a river with only a hand full of stones and she was helpless to prevent herself from becoming swept up in its current.
“Ugh! Fuck you feel so good my love!” Zobio groaned, his hips lifting off the bed to meet her on the way down with an upwards stroke of his own. His brain was overloaded as his every sense tried desperately to posses the scene that was playing out before his eyes. Not only was he breathing in potent cocktail of her scent mixed with the tangy aroma of sex, but sight of his beautiful Zobiko ridding his cock like she were Annie Oakley almost finished him. “Are you gonna cum baby?”
“Oh yes! Fuck! Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Uhhrrrggghhh!” She cried, her teeth clenching as fresh tides of ecstasy crashed into her body. She couldn’t think, the feeling of having him inside her alone made her delirious and the fast pace he had set was enough to make her lose her mind. Her orgasm was building, all it took was one last thrust and then a blinding light exploded behind her eyelids.”Oh fuck! Ohhhhhh!”
It came upon her so fast and hard, she hadn’t been prepared for its onslaught. Lost in the pleasure, her head snapped back and her nails bit into the skin of her breasts as quaking tremors ripped through her like hail of lightning bolts.
Hearing her pleasure slurred cries, Zobio couldn’t help but groan in delight as he felt her inner walls contract around his manhood in a hot of molten fluid. So tight, It felt like she was trying to milk his shaft dry and the pleasure it stirred within him was in comprehensible as he tried to impale her still. Yet despite all his strength, Zobio could only muster the power to resist her for two more quick thrusts before following her over the peak. With a deep shout, he filled the room with he sounds of his surrender and a river of his seed exploded into her waiting cavern.
Starved of energy, the couple lacked even the strength to speak and fell together on the bed without a word said. Basking in the waves of their release, they fell asleep before either noticed the blinking light of a concealed camera; which had been feeding the entire escapade to an outside location.
Hhhhhhmmm…Excellent.” Whispered Dr. Curien, a sinister smirk playing across his lips as he watched the monitor that was playing the feed from the club’s suite. “It seems our little Zobiko’s development is proceeding exactly as I predicted, it won’t be long now before she’ll be ready for stage three of my plans.”
The doctor had every reason to be confident. It had been no small challenge for him to track the fugitive couple down and even harder for him to get the mobsters to install the camera’s in each of the club’s chambers before their raid. But know that he had the footage that he wanted, he felt content to just sit back and enjoy his victory.
Almost in an off hand fashion, he reached down to the recorder he’d had positioned under the monitor screen and pressed the eject button. Almost immediately, a blank DVD slid out of its port and he was unable to keep his smile down as he carefully picked it up before examining its shiny surface carefully. Until the time came to put the next stage of his plan into action, Curien knew exactly what to do with this.

Every Dog Has His Day

Every Dog Has His Day
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon and I am not making a profit from this work.
Tai Ukora groaned as he sipped the last dregs of his coffee, the bitter taste flooding his aching body with fresh life. Athlete or not, he was always felt drained after a hard session on the practice track.
Done with the emptied mug, he placed it back down on the table top before leaning back in his chair and letting his eyes fall closed in mock sleep. The Fruits Parlor Crown café was unusually busy and he could easily overhear the louder patrons’ conversations as they rang out all around him. At the table to his right, a girl was blubbering about some wannabe supermodel she considered ‘dreamy’while somewhere further ahead, a group were discussing the latest Sailor V videogame as if it were the Arc of the Covenant. For his part, Tai had never understood why so many people found the franchise so entertaining; adequate CGI and a mildly coherent pot were hardly much of an enticement after experiencing the raw terror of a real Youma attack.
“Would you like another refill Tai?” A sweet voiced angel suddenly asked, causing Tai to look up in surprise and find Elizabeth Hanford standing over him. Her thick locks of rich auburn hair cascading down her shoulders as her twinkling emerald green eyes seemed to sparkle as she looked at him. 
“Yes please Lizzie.” He said, smiling fondly as he handed her the empty cup and discreetly watched as she walked through the maze of people to the serving counter, unable to resist admiring the way her fully rounded buttocks curved with her every step she took beneath those form hugging skinny jeans. Having known Elizabeth since their formative, childhood years, Tai was always able to appreciate and admire the way her graceful form had developed beyond the boundaries of a skinny bookworm. It was just a shame she had to always hide it behind that blasted apron…
“Excuse me, you’re Tai Ukora right?”
At the sound of someone saying his name, the teen turned his away from the waitress to a find another girl standing over him; he must have been so transfixed that he hadn’t noticed her approaching. And when he saw who it was, he realised he must have been damn well staring because if Elizabeth ‘Lizzie’ Hanford was an angel, than this creature was undoubtedly a devil, a devil who was as sexy as hell!
Timandra Turner, a recent transfer student from England; was quite unlike any girl Tai had ever known. Her waves of raven-black hair framed her features perfectly, contrasting nicely with her milky-complexion but taking none of the mystery away from her brightly burning azure eyes as they shone like blue fire in her depths. Her nails were painted with black nail-polish and she was dressed in a strikingly provocative outfit that barely showed any trace of modesty. Her black cropped shirt was all but over spilling with her ample bosom and her leather mini skirt was so short she’d only have to bend over for him to be treated to a glimpse of those full buttocks. A lose leather jacket framed her shoulders and although she barely stood at 5ft.6, her high heeled boots gave her the additional four inches to meet his level.
“Oh…err hi Timandra.” Tai whispered, not exactly sure what to make of the girl’s surprise appearance. It couldn’t have been a coincidence, the crown was too far away from school for just any student to wander in at random, she must have been there for a reason and he was already curious as to what it might be. In the weeks since her arrival, he’d barely shared twenty words with the girl and yet there had been something that almost seemed to be drawing his eyes towards her, making him search out every classroom for any hint of her presence. Perhaps it was because she was such an enigma that he couldn’t help himself.
She smiled at his words, but not the sweet, innocent kind of smile that Elizabeth so often gave him. No, this was the smile a lioness might show before she pounced on the unsuspecting Zebra, the smile of a hunter who’d set eyes on its prey, and it caused a shiver to travel down Tai’s spine to the place that rested between his legs where all sorts of treacherous demon’s dwelled. She sat at his table without waiting for his invitation, taking the cushioned seat on the opposite side of the table so that she was facing him.
“I was watching you run today.” She said, the words rolling off her tongue like silk as she fixed her eyes on him. “Your form is quite impressive; you were easily the best runner on the team.”
“…err Thanks.” Tai whispered, not quite sure how he should take the compliment. He was fully aware he was the best runner, but something in her unusually bright azure depths told there was more to the words than what would first appear.
“But it made me wonder, are you as proficient in all things as you are on the track?”
The athlete could only look at her stunned disbelief, his mouth hanging almost agape as his mind reeled with what she had said. Could she really be asking him what he thought she was? Was she really so blatantly forward as to ask him about his sexual performance in public…
“Here is your coffee Tai.” Elizabeth announced as she returned to the table with a steaming mug of coffee, her face alight with her usual cheery smile. However, that smile wavered for a moment when she noticed Timandra. “Oh…hello, I’m Elizabeth and I’ll be your waitress today. Are you ready to order or would you rather a menu?” She was able to keep her tone casual but Tai couldn’t help noticing an aggressive undertone to his friend’s voice as she addressed the girl.
“Hmm…no thanks, I already know what I want.” Timandra replied, not taking her eyes off Tai as she answered the question. It was hard to tell whether or not she had recognised the hostility in Lizzie’s voice, she carried such a self-righteous air about her that the athlete couldn’t read her character at all and somehow, he didn’t think he wanted to. Some mysteries were better left unsolved.
Appearing somewhat affronted, Elizabeth lingered only long enough to fix the opposing girl with a malicious look that seemed sharper than any knife could ever hope to be, and then she was gone, lost in the growing crowd without so much as a look back. Tai didn’t know why but he felt hurt by her leaving in such a manner, it was the first time Lizzie had ever refused to acknowledge him with a farewell before continuing on with her work and the experience left him feeling knotted.
“So tell me Tai, what did you think of today’s biology lecture?” Timandra asked, her wet tongue running over her painted upper lip as she continued to fix her eyes on him.
“…Err…yea it was ok…”Tai stammered as he came back to the present, turning away from where ‘Lizzie’ had been to look at Timandra. Her unwavering gaze was starting to make him feel like a piece of meat on a butcher’s table, yet the sight of her flawless pale skin and less than half covered cleavage was also causing another part of him to awaken and he was growing all the more aware of how constricting his school trousers had become.
“Oh really, you think so? I found it fascinating and the professor’s accent is so easy to understand; perhaps I’m finally getting the hang of the Japanese language.” He found it hard not to snigger as she said this, although the transfer student had been telling everyone she’d come to Tokyo to improve her oriental languages, she had been speaking the language fluently, without even the slightest trace of an accent, ever since she arrived at school. Truly it was as is had been immersed in the oriental tongue from an early age, if not all her life.  “Though I must confess, I’ve been looking through the homework we were set and I’m having some trouble understanding it. I had thought to translate it but when I saw you setting here, I realised you would be the perfect person to help me. Would you mind?”
“I…Guess that would be alright…” He said, though if truth were told he was not entirely sure what he was agreeing to, only that some part of him dearly wished to remain in her company. “Which part are you having trouble with?” His question made her smile widen.
“Why the section on the male anatomy…”
The door to Timandra’s apartment slammed shut with a booming force that seemed to rock the walls but neither of the teens could have cared less. Taken by a sudden desire to devour the life from this girl, Tai seized her arms and crushed her against the door before leaning down and capturing her lips in a fierce embrace that seemed to take the breath from her lungs. She moaned lowly at the contact and his tongue swept inside the depths of her mouth to claim her tongue in a dance of seduction.
She answered the embrace with surprising ferocity, her hands moving deftly to clutch his hair as her tongue swirled around his before diving into the depths of his mouth. However Tai wasn’t about to give in without a fight and slanting his mouth over hers for a deeper penetration, he pushed the leather jacket off her shoulders before coiling his arms around her slim waist. His large body kept her held captive against the door and he took delicious pleasure in rolling his hips, pressing the bulge of his aching erection against the damp heat of her sex. The contact made her moan a sound so primal that the athlete almost didn’t believe it could have come from this small creature in his arms.
Taken by pleasure, she arched against him, pressing her heavy breasts into his hard chest and couldn’t resist the urge to touch them.  With feather like caresses, his hands skimmed up over her ribs to claim the full weight of her bosom through her cropped top. To his delight he found that she wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were already as hard as pebbles and poking through the fabric in her excitement. She gasped into his mouth when he rolled his thumb over the bud and he could feel the shudder than ran through her as her knees began to go weak.
Distantly, he can feel her mumbling some gaggle of incoherent speech but he was too lost in his own lust to care. Hot and burning like the summer’s sun, he began kneading her soft orbs while battling her writhing tongue in the silky depths of her mouth. However he wanted more and as his lungs began to burn for want of oxygen, he took the opportunity to break the kiss and cast his eyes around Timandra’s flat.
It was a very small flat; little more than a grade up from a studio, and had been decorated in hues of mocha and beige. One corner had been set aside for a kitchen and dining area, a mix of cabinets and apparatuses all set around a table and chairs, while the remaining space was dominated by a pair of what looked like Oak style-shaker book cases that had been filled with a randomised selection of books that appeared to vary quite widely in subject matter, A study desk with a laptop already set up, and a large but rather warn leather sofa. Out of the corner of his eye he could make out two doors that would probably lead into the bathroom and bedroom and for a moment Tai considered taking her there, but by the way his erection was beginning to hurt, he doubted he’d be able to make it so instead he set his sights on the sofa.
With a growl, he swooped down and captured Timandra’s lips in a fierce kiss as he all but swung her around and began backing her towards the furniture. Forceful and demanding, he pushed her back when her knees collided with the seats side and she toppled over and fell onto the worn leather with a cry of surprise. Tai was on her in seconds.
Trapping her beneath him, he leant down and laid a fiery trail of nips and kisses along her neck, causing the gothic temptress to shudder and moan while her painted nails ran the broad scape of his back. Want and desire burned like a fire in his loins as his powerful hands pushed her top up past her ribs and over the swells of her full bosom to be bunched up along her shoulders. Glancing down, the athlete thought he might have climaxed then and there as he took in the sight of her alluring perfection, her pale skin and rosy nipples drawing him like a moth to the flame so that he abandoned her throat in want of something greater.
 The girl gasped in pleasure when he swooped down and took her pebbled nipple into his mouth, soft sounds of pleasure flowing from her as his tongue circled the bud before he sensuously nipped the tip with enough force to make her gasp in wanton delirium. Seized in a fit of lust, she grabbed handfuls of his ebony black hair as her spine arched into the heat of his mouth while his hand tended to her other breast. Gasping and panting her desire as Tai swirled his wet tongue around her pert bud, Timandra couldn’t deny that she was enjoying being the object of this man’s affection. Unfortunately it didn’t fit anywhere in her plan so she was forced, most regrettably, to rectify the situation.
With a growl, she suddenly pushed Tai off her. Taking the young athlete by surprise, she rolled them over and trapped him beneath her on the sofa by straddling his waist. Pinning him there, she couldn’t resist flashing him a self-satisfied smirk before reaching back and cupping the impressive bulge that was straining against his trousers. He gasped at the contact, his eyes closing as she held the weight of his desire through the thin garment.
Leaning down, she placed a chaste kiss on his parted lips before suddenly pulling away. Moaning with disappointment, Tai looked up at her questioningly but Timandra was already working her way down his body to his arousal’s level.
He moaned when her soft hands grabbed him through the fabric, her long fingers encircling his manhood as she gently twisted and jerked the silky skin. He was completely hard now and utterly at her mercy, a fact made all the clearer when he suddenly bucked his hips up into her grasp. Pleased with his receptiveness, Timandra quickly undid his belt buckle and trouser button before pushing the garment open. Underneath, his white cotton boxers were visibly straining to contain the bulge of his arousal and she couldn’t resist lightly running her index finger across its circumference, electing a low from the teen as she hooked her digit beneath the waistband and then pulled the underwear down over his wonderfully sculpted hips. Finally released from its restraints, his erect cock burst free and stood up tall and proud before Timandra’s hungry gaze.
Mmm…this will be nice…’ She thought while running her eyes up and down the column, from its weeping mushroom shaped tip to the nest of dark hairs at its base, ‘Very nice indeed.’ Then without further ado, she bent down and took him into her mouth just as his eyes fell on her.
“Oh Jesus!” Tai gasped as he watched her devious mouth swallowing the length of his cock, her full lips pursing tight around his engorged flesh as she took him into the deliciously hot cavern bit by agonizing bit. A dextrous tongue slowly swirled around his tip, tickling him with its silky point as one of her hands encircled the base of his member and began massaging him lightly with her thumb and forefinger. She did this all the while staring up into his eyes with a mischievous glint that told him she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
Taking more of him into her mouth, the dark haired temptress moaned when she felt the shaft’s bulbous head nearing the mouth of her throat and the feel of the vibrations caused Tai to moan, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his arms fisted at his side.  So taken was he by his rush of desire that the futile gesture was all he could to do to keep from just grabbing her hair and fucking her naughty mouth right there and then. However, try as he might he couldn’t stop his hips from lurching up when he felt the Goth girl’s throat convulsing around him and then he was in. Heavenly waves of pleasure washed over him as he felt his phallus slipping into her throat and his senses went into over drive as he felt the warmth of her breath coursing over his sensitised organ.
Timandra continued taking him into her mouth, slowly letting his length pass through the gates of her throat until her lips were wrapped around the thick base of his shaft and her nose was nestled in the dark bristles of his pubic hair. Then she began to suck, her pale cheeks drawing in as the suction on the shaft grew so intense that Tai couldn’t help but grab the back of the Goth’s head.
She held him there for a moment, her marvellous throat working its sweet wonders on his shaft while she sucked on it hungrily. Then she was moving; her head pushing up against his firm palm with surprising strength so that his glistening cock slowly left the tunnel of her throat as she pulled her orifice back until just the head was in her mouth.
A small gasp escaped him when she slid her mouth back down his shaft, her wicked tongue relentlessly teasing his rigid flesh as she began a rhythm of bending up and down on his manhood. Small sounds of pleasure escaped him as his hips began bucking into her hungry mouth like a prized stallion. It was an incredible sensation and he was on the verge of losing control as he felt the sharp points of her teeth gently scrapping his phallus. 
“Oh Jesus…Timandra!” he cried, her name leaving his lips in a long moan as a well of pleasure suddenly erupted inside of him at the touch. He felt his release racing to the surface as the seductress seemed almost to be trying to suck the very life from him and he could only watch in awe when his creamy white cum exploded down her throat. His climax would be a big one, but the beauty seemed unbothered and was swallowing his bittersweet seed before he had a chance to warn her.
Clearly no stranger to filatio, Timandra swallowed every drop of his essence with all the skill of a seasoned cock-sucker, not letting even a single drop escape her greedy tongue as she drank up everything he had to give her until he finally ran dry. Panting, Tai could only watch in awe as the Goth beauty let his semi erect member slip from her lips before looking up at him with that mischievous grin lighting her eyes.
“Mmm…you taste good.” She said, a sly smile playing across her glossy lips as she used her pink tongue to collect any lingering trace of his essence.
“Th…thanks…” He said, struggling to catch his breath as he watched her seductive display. It was such a simple act but one so provocative that he felt his slick phallus hardening. “That was…well let me show you.” And then he bent down and hoisted the surprised girl up before throwing her to the couch as he rose up. Disgruntled, she looked up at him questionably but Tai was already moving. Pushing her shapely legs open, he was not surprised to find she didn’t wear underwear and could only smirk as he took in the sight of most sacred of parts before suddenly leaning down as he made straight for the source of her desire.
Timandra could only watch wide-eyed as his head disappeared beneath the folds of her mini-skirt before gasping in rapture as she felt the approaching heat. He was so close to her now that she could practically feel his warm breath cascading over her sensitive folds and she so desperately wanted him to take that last plunge, so much in fact that she couldn’t help letting out a disappointed moan when his thin lips merely brushed over her core’s entrance.
Poised above her entrance, Tai couldn’t resist breathing in the musky flavour of her arousal before wrapping his hand around her legs and pulling her to his waiting mouth and creasing her wet folds with his tongue. Unaccustomed to the sensation, Timandra’s body began to writhe and thrash as a chorus of surprised moans escaped her and when his tongue thrust deep inside her depths and began feasting on her; she couldn’t help the scream of delight that left her.
“Ahhhhhh! Oh God don’t stop!” cried Timandra in rapturous pleasure as she felt Tai’s lips fall on her sex, her back arching to the swirling movements of his tongue while her hand reached down to tangle in the soft tufts of her lover’s coal black hair and hold him fast against her weeping entrance.
Grinning inwardly at her declaration, Tai quickly began focusing all his energies on pleasing the girl. His tongue darted and danced within the heated depths of her womanhood, tenderly stroking her velvety inner walls as he hungrily sought out her sweet spots and drank up her flowing nectar. And Timandra had never felt anything as astonishing as the sensations he was sending through her. Moaning as she felt his devilish tongue swirling around her delicate flesh, she subconsciously began rolling her hips against his mouth in an effort to attain more of the pleasure.
“Ohhh…you’re so good! That’s it…lick deep inside me…” She demanded, her pale legs opening wider to his mouth as she felt his over determined muscle begin to rhythmically pulse in and out of her depths at an alarming pace. She gasped when he gently bit down on one of her folds, the excruciating culmination of pleasure and pain causing her to cry out in delirium as it hit her full force. To her horror she realised that she was losing control, her coherent mind slipping further and further away as he assaulted her senses with one incredible sensation after the next. If he kept this up, it wouldn’t be long until her release hit.
Tai could sense it to and all but grinning at the prospect of making her cum, he decided to take his oral assault to the next level and withdrew his tongue from her quivering walls to slide it up along her sticky folds to the pert bud of her clit. In testimony to her excitement, the bundle of nerves was already pert and waiting for him so he obliged by bending down and taking the pebble between his teeth before lavishing it with his tongue.  
The first time he touched her clit; Timandra couldn’t help but suck in a great screaming gasp as lower body practically leapt off the sofa. She could literally feel every one of his taste buds rubbing against her as he idly dragged the muscle’s rough surface across her bud and then tiny explosions ripped through her, making it feel like his mouth was everywhere at once. Unable to stand it, she thrashed and wailed in delight as her painted nails dug deeper in his hair to pull him harder against her as she lifted her hips to plunge herself deeper into his ravenous jaws.
“Mmm…how does it feel Timandra? Do you like it when I lick you little clit?” asked Tai, his voice deep and husky against her wetness as he hungrily feasted on her sex. Using the type of his tongue, he laid down a barrage of fiery flicks and jabs that made the girl buck and scream in delirious pleasure.
“Oh Yes! It feels so good…keep doing it…don’t stop I want more… more…Oh yesss eat me…eat me…EAT ME!” She begged as his strong hands suddenly came up beneath her arse, his fingers burrowing into her supple flesh in a vain effort to hold her still as she thrashed against him.  In the back of her pleasure drunk mind she knew that this had gone too far, that she was beyond salvation and without a doubt her body would already be going through the first steps of the change; yet she didn’t care. The pleasures that Tai was stirring deep inside of her were so deliciously consuming that she had lost the will to look beyond the fiery motions of his tongue on her clit.
Grinning, Tai returned to his ministrations. He could tell she was getting close, the flawless skin of her thighs was all but trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed into her and she was writhing so uncontrollably that she waking it difficult to maintain contact with her bud, even with her unusually strong fingers holding him in place.  It wouldn’t be long now; he could practically taste her coming release on his lips.
Timandra wanted to scream, the pleasure assaulting her was so intense that she thought it might rip her apart as she was taken to the brink of ecstasy faster than a runaway speed train. Her change was taking place and she could already feel the sting of her bone structure reforming, there was no way to stop it now, she’d have to move on to plan B. However before she could strike, a tidal wave of pleasure suddenly crashed into her as Tai began sucking her bundle of nerves with a vigour that threw her off the peak and into the sea of rapture.
“Oh I’m cumming!” She cried out, a volley of fireworks exploding behind her eyes as the orgasm ripped through her and her hips began to rolled as the rush of pleasure made her tremble. It was too much and her smooth thighs immediately clenched tight around his head as the jolts of pleasure rocked her brain like an earthquake of blinding bliss, her inner muscles writhing and clenching as Tai continued to suck and tease her clit until she thought she might fall into an oblivion of delight.
It felt like her release was stretching out to the ends of the cosmos but when she did finally begin coming down from the high, Tai couldn’t help the smug expression that spread across his lips. It was more than a little invigorating to know that with just his tongue he had brought this creature to such a height, her climax might have rivalled the peaks of the Himalayas. Yet as he drew back and left the thick cover of her miniskirt, that smile quickly vanished in favour of a much more fearful. Timandra had vanished and in her place sat a creature that he thought existed only in his nightmares.
“Mmm…Thanks lover.” The creature moaned, its light green eyes fluttering open to fix him with stare that sent a cold feeling shooting down his spine. Without saying a word, he jerked back and made to get to his feet but before he could even make it to his knees, the creature lurched forward and in one fluid movement, curved a punch that caught him dead in the chest. Tai tried to scream as he thought he felt a rib crack but the blow was so powerful it threw him off his feet and sent him hurtling back into the wall. Crumpling like a rag doll, the athlete sank to the floor, unconscious.
“Was that as good for you as it was for me?”
The first thing Tai was aware of was the pain. Sharp and agonizing, it crept through his flesh like a ravenous fire before dealing him a sucker punch that jolted him back to life in one great rush. With an agonised cry he tried to move but his arms wouldn’t respond to his commands so he was forced to bear through it as the searing flames seemed to purge his flesh of life. Then suddenly it was over, and he could feel himself lying back on a bed of clouds with nothing left of the agony besides a dull ache in his sides.

For what felt like the sum of eternity, he could only lie there. As helpless as a new-born baby, he dared not move as his mind swam with nightmarish creatures from the darkest depths of his imagination. Repressed and dismissed memories that were too frightening to imagine played before his eyes like the clip show for some horrific movie and he felt himself cower as he recalled the blue and red skinned demons he’d hoped were merely the workings of his depraved imagination before images of the pink-eyed siren immerged to both thrill and chill him. Occasionally a silhouette immerged in the distance, there features indistinctive and marred by a light that shone as hot and bright as the face of the moon but it was enough to give him hope for a few moments before they there blotted out and he was let alone again with only his nightmares for company.
Slowly he began to awake and immediately became away of the roaring knot of pain that was plaguing his centre. Groaning in agony, he bent forward but his arms still refused to respond to his instructions and he could barely muster enough energy to sit up before he collapsed back on whatever it was he was lying on with a pained gasp.
For a moment the world was dark and its murky outlines swam before his eyes like reflections on the water but then they began to harden and more tangible shapes emerged. It was beginning to look like he was in someone’s bedroom, lit by the radiant glow of a dozen flickering candles; he could make out various kinds of oaken furniture littered about the walls and what looked like the obscure frame of a double bed at his feet. Desperate for answers, he tried to recall how he had gotten there but his memories were so fragmented he could barely recall entering Timandra’s flat, never mind her bedroom. To make matters just that little bit worse, he happened to be naked and bare for anyone who walked in to see.
Spotting his clothes lying in a pile in the corner of the room, he once again tried to stand but there was suddenly an awful amount of weight pulling against him and he could scarcely move any of his limbs at all.  Frustrated and confused, he glanced across and was amazed that he had quite literally been clapped in irons. Reflecting a bloody gold in the flickering candle light, he saw that a shackle as thick as his fingers had been fastened around his wrist and was connected to something beneath the bed by a heavy metal chain that was very nearly tort even when he tried to relax into the sheets.
Although not physically able to check, a round of tug and pull told him that similar bonds had been fastened to his other limbs as well and unless Arnold Schwarzenegger happen to drop by, he’d have to wait for Timandra to set him loose. However, with the probability of a long wait before him, he only had one thing on his mind ‘What the fuck was this bitch into?’
Fortunately he wouldn’t have long to wait before he found out. Barely two minutes after he came to, the door knob began to squeal and a dazzlingly bright light filled the room. Momentarily blinded, Tai looked away with a bellow of disgust; his chocolate brown eyes squeezing shut as the fierce whiteness burned his Retinas like a splash of acid. Gritting his teeth to numb the pain, he soon became dead to the world and it wasn’t until he heard the gentle patter of approaching foot-falls that he dared to loosen his brow and let a sliver of light pass his lids. He cringed at the invasion but the pain was lessening and he took a deep breath before opening them fully. It took less than half a second for him to wish he hadn’t.
“So, you’re finally awake.”
Standing in the door way, black as onyx against the lightness, was his nightmares reincarnated. The form was only lithe, but the razor like edges of its long claws seemed almost to twinkle with sharpness as its long silky smooth tail danced and swayed to an entrancingly slow beat only it could hear. He wanted to run but the manacles bound him to the bed like a dog leashed to a pole and he was forced to watch on as the Youma shut the door with a flick of her tail, plunging them both into a darkness that was only perforated by the soft glow of candle light.
No longer blinded by the glare, Tai could just make out the green hue of the creature’s skin and his heart jumped when he noticed it was wearing what looked like a black leather corset and matching thigh-high boots. He also couldn’t help but notice her strikingly familiar features and a gasp of surprise escaped him when he recognised those all too familiar contours and the distinctive black make-up.
The demon girl only gave the faintest trace of a smile at the mention of her name, but it was enough to send a shiver down his spine and he could only watch on helplessly as she made her way around the bed to stand on his right side. He didn’t want to look but he couldn’t stop himself and he felt his breath catch as she lazily picked up one of the candles and held it over him. Her hand swivelled slightly so that the luminescent dipped and he could just make out the liquid wax running to the brim.
“Who are the sailor scouts?” She asked him calmly, yet the way Tai jerked would have made anyone think she had bellowed it at him like a Scottish highlander on the warpath. Taken aback by the question, it took a few moments for him to correctly possess what she had said and even longer to find his voice, in that time Timandra must have grown impatient and dipped her hand all the way. A wash of molten wax spilled over the brim and splattered against his skin. Tai hissed as the bubbling wax formed a pool across his chest, burning his skin like a river of fire before it cooled and hardened. “Oh…I’m sorry did that hurt?”
“Y…yes!” he gasped before biting back tears. Although the wax had dried, his chest still felt ablaze from the molten liquid’s touch and even contact with the air itself was making his reddened skin sting.
“Then tell me what I want to know and I will make all stop.” She hissed before dipping her hand again, but only enough for a few drops to leak. Tai thrashed defiantly but in the end he couldn’t help but cringe as the burning sensation ran down his ribs. “I repeat, who are the Sailor Scouts and where can I find them?”
“I don’t know…” He gasped, it felt as a fire had been set in his flesh and his chest was heaving as he struggled to breath. “I don’t know who what talking about.”
“Oh…so you are not the Tai Ukora who had a run in with my sisters last month? Surely you remember Castor, she was about yay tall with an orange complexion and had a tail like mine, and she also found you quite delicious when she was sucking you dry. Personally I thought you were nothing special but…”  Tai wanted to remain looking neutral but something must have given him away as a forebodingly evil smile suddenly turned her lips up as she said “So you do remember them.”
“N-no” It was a bare faced lie but Tai remember his prior experience with Youmas to well to just be taken in by her earlier promise. It came as no surprise that Timandra claimed she was the late miss Castor’s sister, they’d certainly gone about their business in the same manor and for all he knew of Youmas, they may as well have come off an assembly line. No, what bothered him was the fact that Castor had had the very real intention of sucking the life energy out of him and he’d had the impression she wouldn’t have been fused about killing him in order to get every last drop of it. If all that Timandra wanted was information, what was to stop her ripping his head off once she got it, or worse still, what if he broke too early and she didn’t believe what he told her and decided to continue the torture?
And in a way Tai guessed he did sort of owe the Sailor scouts something, even if their timing was a bit off, if they hadn’t arrived when they did he might have ended up being a bloat unrecognisable body found floating through the city river. Of course that wasn’t to say he and Amano hadn’t made them pay up in exchange for keeping their identities a secret, though their price for doing so had changed. At first they had intended just to blackmail the girls into a one night stand but after almost an hour negotiating, they finally relented to a year’s tuition from the girls. After all, sex is fun but an education is for life and when one of the girls happened to be the smartest student in school, only a fool would pass up the opportunity to have record breaking grades.
Timandra seemed unimpressed by his lack of corporation and responded by pouring the remainder of the molten wax across Tai’s stomach and chest; he thrashed and gasped but still refused to talk. It was like a game, a sick and twisted game, but a game nonetheless and for the moment it seemed he was winning. But that all changed when she emptied her second candle. Annoyed by his silence, she considered the flickering flame for a moment before placing it back down and without so much as a sideways glance, she struck him. Her talons flashed as she slashed at him, cutting bright arcs through the twilight before the layers of multi coloured wax suddenly exploded. Shards of red, orange, pink and purple flew all around as a splash of crimson fluid reached up to the melody of Tai’s scream of pain.
Timandra admired her handiwork with a the trace of a smile playing across her lips as drops of gore idly rolled down her claws. Hissing in pain, Tai fought to look up but what he saw made him go pale and he quickly succumbed to the pain and fell back.
“Did that loosen your tongue or do you still feel like playing a couple of rounds of blind man’s buff?” She asked poignantly, her smile widening as she watched blood pour from the three gashes that had been torn through the layers of flesh and muscle. In truth they were only shallow cuts, but they looked worse than what they were and she knew they’d be more than proficient to get the job done.
Tai wanted to say yes, but the last thread of his self-restraint held strong and instead he managed something more to the point. “F-fuck you!”
“Hhmmm perhaps I will.” She said before looking back over her shoulder and considering his flaccid penis. He’d had a very nice cock, she remembered, and she knew there was a better way to get through to even the most stubborn of men.
With that in mind, she took pity on Tai and left his side as she walked round the bed once more to stand at his feet. There she began to concentrate on one image; she thought on it until her skin had turned as pale white as milk and her eyes were once again azure. When she was done she looked almost human again, except for the silky green tail that continued to dance in the low light like an entranced cobra.
With the pain of his wound reduced to nothing more than a dull stinging sensation, Tai looked up as he felt the dip under extra weight and then watched on in a mix of wonderment and terror as she walked across the bed to stand over him. Her smile was wicked but her eyes twinkled merely as her fingers expertly worked at the clasps which bound her corset together. In no time at all she had freed however many there were and the leather garment landed at his feet, leaving her entire body almost entirely bare and open to his hungry gaze and despite himself, he could feel his shaft hardening as his eyes examined the full curve of her bouncing bosom.
“Well, am I beautiful?”
Entranced by the vision of loveliness, he almost didn’t notice her silky tail coiling around the very base of his erection as she sank to her knees and hovered over the tip of his arousal. His shaft throbbed as the heat of her core spilled from her depths and washed over him in great waves of euphoric pleasure. Then ever so slowly she began to descend and the plush folds of her entrance parted as the head of his member slipped inside her.
Timandra let out a long moan at the feeling of his member filling her, his impressively thick girth stretching her velvety walls to the point of breaking as she took inch after inch inside of her; until she came to where her tail had coiled around his base. Needing time to adjust to the new sensation, she held herself still for a moment; just relishing in the feel of being impaled on such a nice cock.
I’m…I’m inside you…” Tai moaned, any lingering trace of defiance leaving him the instant he felt himself being submerged inside her hot depths. So hot and tight and wet, he could actually feel her walls pulsating all around him and it felt so incredible that it was struggle for him not to surrender to the pleasure right then and there.
“Oh? So how does it feel to be inside me?” She asked, a wicked smile playing across her painted lips as she watched him while giving an experimental roll of her hips. The slickness of her arousal made it easy for her to move any which way she liked and she gloried in the feel of him inside her as she expertly ground her core against his hardness in small circles.
“Sssoohh…So good…” He rasped, overwhelmed by the friction of their bodies rubbing together and wishing beyond hope that the chains binding his hands to the bed would snap so that he could touch her, fuck her, and have his wicked way with her. “Oh…my cock’s so deep inside…”
“Well good, because I’m only just getting started.” With that she rose up, allowing the rigid length of his arousal to slip from her core’s tight embrace until just the sensitised tip remained, and then she swopped back down to take him inside her once more. The wash of pleasure the action brought them made Tai moan as he arched off the bed and pulled at his manacles; the tattered remnants of his control melting away in the furious heat of her liquid desire. They had barely even begun and already it seemed too much.
The pleasure was so intense that Tai thought he was on the verge of falling unconscious as Timandra beganbouncing on his cock. Her pace was slow at first and she let out little moans every time he was fully encased within her. Then, suddenly she began to pick up the pace, her porcelain white hips rising and falling in a frantic tempo as she was swept up in the rush of pleasure from having his fully hardened maleness striking the walls of her inner channel.
Unable to move, unable to think, Tai realised he might very well have been dying from the feverish pleasure she was stirring inside him. He watched her nubile form bounce with unmasked lust, his mouth watering as he admired the way the full swells of her bosom danced and jiggled to her movements and he couldn’t help imaging what it would be like to suck on one of those pert, rosy nipples. However, the visionary delight sent a thrilling buzz across his nerves and he couldn’t resist rolling his hips experimentally, meeting her on the downward stroke and penetrating her just that little bit further.
“Oh fuck!” cried Timandra, pleasure induced delirium causing her to throw her head back as she began to thrash wildly atop him, the tidal swells of a rapidly approaching climax washing over her like the waves of the ocean. One more rock was all it took to throw her against the rocks of her climax and the writhing of her convulsing walls around him along with the wash of her release, carried Tai right along with her. There was only one problem…
“I’m going to cum!” Tai warned her, recognising the familiar sensation at the base of his spine and the tightening in his testicles. Already he could feel the milky flood gathering inside but as his organ’s inner muscles came to life, a sudden tightness drew around the base of his shaft; stopping his release before ejaculation. Cringing as he felt the pressure massing, Tai looked down to where they’re bodies were joined and saw to his horror that the Youma’s tail had been drawn so tight around the base of his member that the blood vessels stood out against the silken skin. He couldn’t cum, yet the sensations continued ebbing and flowing,
Seeing his distress, the girl smiled and then resumed her motions; bouncing up and down and throwing her head from side to side as she rode him with the same wild abandon that a cowgirl would enjoy with her bucking bronco.
“By the Negaverse…yes…yes!” She panted, bounding up and down his length in a state of frenzied passion. Already she could feel the heat of another orgasm pooling inside of her belly and she relished the feel of it as she clenched her inner muscles around his arousal and slamming her hips back down to meet his. “Oh…you’re dick is so fucking big…yea come on and fuck me stud! Shove that big dick in my tiny hole…”
Torn between ecstasy and agony, Tai could only bask in the wondrous torture she was inflicting on him. It was getting hard to breath and the pain of his denied climax made his breath seethe through clenched teeth. He knew he need to cum but the folds of her coiled tail denied him any such relief and he was forced to endure the pain of feeling his member stretch with his massing essence while the pleasure of her speedy tempo all but drive him out of his mind. 
“Oh God… just let me cum you wonderful bitch!” He moaned, throwing his head back in a titanic mix of pleasure and pain as she began riding him hard enough to make the bed rock and sway with her motions. This was insane, how could something so horrible feel so good?
“Oh fuck… that’s it; don’t be shy…So you want to cum do you? Very well…” Punctured by a low moans and a slurry of lewd demands, Timandra’s words were almost inaudible in the slur of passion filled cries that were flowing from her as willowy hands slid up to her full breasts and began to grope and fondle the milk white orbs. Her thumbs s and forefingers roughly pulling her pert nipples as she grew all the more frantic in her motions with her approaching release. “Just tell me the names of the sailor scouts…and I shall let you cum.”
The teen watched as she mauled her own breasts, a shiver of delight traveling down his spine as he watched her rosy red buds dance between her digits. In his agonized state he only half heard her response and his dilapidated brain struggled to form a retort. The pain in his crotch was starting to become excruciating and he had trouble remembering why he was so determined to keep the girls’ identities a secret. It wasn’t a closely guarded secret when one thought on it. What would be the harm in his giving up a name or two?
“Ser…” He gasped, struggling for breath as she clenched even tighter around him, streams of her fluids rolling down his thighs to pool around his arse as she used her knees like the riggings on a springboard to ride his thick member ever faster. Her pulsing walls were grabbing his swollen flesh and pulling him deeper inside her depths as she rode him with a wild abandon, the sounds of her shapely arse slapping against his thighs mingling with her moans as they echoed off the bedroom’s walls in one long concerto. She was using him like a piece of meat to satisfy her own wicked lusts and the image of her tight young body riding him like she were Annie Oakley broke the damn of his restraint. “Serena Tsukino! Sailor Moon’s name is Serena Tsukino…now let me cum you goddamn bitch!”
At his words, her tail suddenly unravelled but she’d held him at bay to long, the pleasure had been outweighed by the pain in his testicles and his release was already beginning to turn in on itself. However, with a wave of her hand, the manacles binding his wrists suddenly opened and he was free to grab her hips as he surrendered to his burning passion, tempering the anguish in his balls with fierce thrusts that drove his length into her deeper, harder…
“Oh…god…yes…don’t stop…it’s reaching all the way inside me! Yes…yes… oh fuck me harder…harder…HARDER!” Timandra cried, relinquishing her control as she let herself enjoy the awesome pleasure Tai was stirring inside her. With her victory at hand and the stud beneath her finally broken, she had no qualms with letting him enjoy this and openly basked in the glorious feel of his thick cock filling her.
Tai could feel his orgasm returning, the heat and pleasure of it soothing his agonised loins as he rolled and bucked hips to no particular rhythm. Swept up in the pleasure and delight of this creature’s delectable cavern, he felt as if his mind had dissolved and he was nothing more than a piece of meat for her to use at her leisure. It was a simple existence and he couldn’t help but love every moment of it.
“Ah…so deep…so hard…so good…I can’t take any more…I’m going to cum….” She gasped as her entire body centred on the feeling of his shaft inside her and the pressure that was building down at the base of her spine like some wonderful flood. It was the most delectable feeling she had ever experienced and her body was all but throbbing with desire as her inner walls began convulsing and contracting around his throbbing manhood and sparks of delight kindled behind her eyes. “Ahhh…aaah…I’m cumming…I’m cumming…”
Tai could only moan out as the feeling of her core writhing all around him dragged him down to the depths of pleasurable oblivion. Never had he had an orgasm like it, the throes of pleasure that wrapped around him went beyond what words could describe and poured his pent up seed inside of her with a low groan.
Breathing hard, they collapsed in a huddle of splayed limbs and basked in the aftershocks of their climaxes. Dazed and stated by his release, Tai barely noticed as the warm body resting atop him began to shift so that the blue eyed devil could look down at him.
“Now my pet, I want you to tell me everything you know about the Serena Tsukino and the Sailor Scouts.”
Tai nodded but before he could spill his guts, a loud crack suddenly ripped through the peace of their post-climactic bliss as the bedroom door was suddenly ripped off its hinges. A waft of cold air blew out the glowing candles, plunging the lovers into a darkness that was only distilled by the glare of the world outside. Whipping her head around, Timandra couldn’t hide the look of surprised distaste that spilled across her features.
Jarred slightly by the rolling thud of the pulverised door, Tai struggled to look past Timandra to the door, his heart swelling with hope as he recognised the voluptuous, scantily clad figures standing in the doorway.
“Not so fast evil…oh my!” A voice exclaimed, clearly taken aback by the intimate nature of what they’d stumbled upon. Seizing her chance, Timandra leapt to her feet and jumped off the bed. Taking in the sight of the Sailor Scouts and calculating her chances as things stood. This wasn’t going to be easy, even with the home field advantage; they had her outnumbered three to one and too top it off she was more than a little exhausted from her excursions. If she hoped to avenge her sisters there and then, she knew she’d need an ace up her sleeve. A pity, because all she had was a joker in her bed.
Deciding Poker was never her game and to take whatever she could get; Timandra seized the still dazed and naked Tai by the shoulder and hauled him to his feet in one movement. With her tail lashing out violently, she pulled the bemused youth out in front of her, turning him into a human shield and protecting herself from the scouts’ attacks.
“So the Sailor Scouts have finally arrived, well I’m afraid you’re a little late. You see young Tai here has already told me everything I need to know to defeat you, soon my sister’s will be avenged and I shall be honoured and revered by all Youmas.” She proclaimed, bluffing as much as she was boasting, needing to buy herself some time to let her energy return to her and make the change into her true form. At the sound of her voice in his ear, Tai jerked, his eyes half lidded as he slowly looked at each of the scouts in turn. He wanted to do something to help, but the grip she had on his shoulder was too tight for him to pull away, and even if he could, he doubted he’d be much good in a magic fight.
Running out of time, Tai did the only thing he could think of and threw back his shoulder to ram his elbow into Timandra’s side. Surprised by his assault, she could only cry out and in her weakened state, released her grip and tumbled back onto the bed. By some happy coincidence, the manacles which had been holding him just a few moments ago suddenly snapped shut on their mistress, holding her prostrated and helpless.
Barely able to believe his eyes, the athlete looked from the stunned Timandra to the scouts and then back again, trying to make sense of what had just happened. However they were just as stunned as he was and it wasn’t until the captured demon started experimentally tugging on her bonds that one of the scouts moved.
It was Serena, or as she preferred to known while in the ‘Sailor’ uniform, Sailor Moon and judging by the look on her face, she was as keen to know what he was doing here as he was to learn how they had found him. Yet they were question’s that could wait for later, for the moment Tai was more interested in evening the score with the demon that had captured and tortured him to the brink of insanity. 
“Err…thanks Girls but if it’s OK with you I’d really like to spend some time alone with Timandra.” He said, a wickedly deviant smile spreading across his lips as he glance back at the Youma before taking one final look at the Sailor scouts. “We have something of a score to settle and I’d really like to take care of her quickly.”
Exchanging confused looks, the scouts looked like they were about to object but then Mercury began to blush as she noticed his awakening erection and began whispering hurriedly to the others. Between the hurried glances and the started gaps, Tai had no doubt they knew what he was thinking and after a moment’s pause, the blushing heroines finally gave an affirmative nod. Slowly backing out of the room, he thought they would leave immediately but Ami surprised him by turning back to look at him one last time, her sparkling Sapphire eyes alight with concern. “You’ll call us if there’s any trouble, right?”
“Sure, I wouldn’t want you to worry.” He smiled and she looked away, a brighter blush lighting her face as she disappeared into the hall. His grin renewed, Tai turned back to the newly frightened Timandra and watched as she continued to struggle against her bonds. “I hope you have a spare key for those Timandra, otherwise you’re going to be trapped here until I’m finished with you.” With that he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself above her, his length returned and poised above her entrance. “And I think that could be a very long time so you’d better say hello to my little friend.”
The End
AN: Ok, Well I never planned on doing this story when I wrote up Detention and judging by the response The Mission received I would have considered it a poor investment and disbanded it were I had.  However when Kilkov came to me with the proposal I couldn’t refuse, commissions are rare and as I don’t often write sequels I thought I would be nice to try. So basically I’ve been making this up as I go and apologise for any flaws.